red handed.
@qrkseulgi          /         < tw: blood >
jeongguk should know better; he should know that in ua, there are so many different types of people-- so many different types of quirks, there should be no real room for surprise. but he's always caught off guard, always caught with his mouth parted in awe-- wide eyes and a child-like gleam as he views the wonders that everyone is gifted. it's always mesmerizing to him, and he's one hundred percent guaranteed to spew off some sort of praise or comment about how cool it was.
and sometimes, jeongguk's just caught off-guard because there are instances that make his mind stop and panic. he begins to sweat, face begins to pale-- eyes wide and fingers shaking as he stares down at the red stained on the girl's skin. he doesn't give much thought to it, doesn't like the queasy feeling in his gut at such a macabre site. he swallows, tight and thick as he staggers forward-- tongue sliding out of his mouth in a panicked flicker.
"misssssss!" he hisses out, wringing his wrists as he keeps his eyes set on the blood on her skin; it's blood right? it has to be, it looks just like it. "y-you're um-- bleeding! blood, there'ssss--- blood. on your-- h-hand! are you alright?!" he can't help the stuttering, the stammering and the octave of his words as it heightens the more he rambles on. at least he's only a minor packed than nearing hysterics; that would be something to explain.