Kevin... What is blood to you? Like, if you were to describe blood.
“What an odd and unusual question!” Kevin tilted his head ina thoughtful gesture, tapping his fingers against his desk. “It’sthat w͜a̡r͏m̛ and usually red liquid that’s just͝ b͜ene͞a̡t̢h ̵t͟h͟e͞ ski͟n̵…sometimes you can see it- even when the skin isn’t broken.”He mused, his fingers tapping the wood more rapidly- the smileon his face fading into a more serious, focused expression.
“It’s a person’s life in liquid form…when you watch it drain out ofsomeone’s body, you can see it in their face. How cold they mustbe! It’s hard to imagine anyone can feel cold, when you’re…whenyou’re c̶ov͢ȩred̀ ̀in̸ ̛a̧l͞l͞ o͕̳̤f̞͍̫ ̫̰͕͎͓̪ͅt̥̳̣̜͚h͍͚̤̭̹͜a͢t ̴b̭̦̜͈̖͍̬͘l̮̲̦͈̜͚o̢̠̥͚o̴͉̼͇̪̙d̲̳̱̲̰….” The radio host gave a small,shuddering sigh; clearly exhilarated by the talk of blood- but trying tokeep himself ‘under control’.
“Oh, but why talk about that? We have so many other things tofocus on than decorating the studio! After all, hard work is happywork!” He laughed again, his nails still clicking lightly on the hardsurface in front of him. “And I have a feeling we’ll be very happy!”