Either I have the worlds most powerful fingernails, or extra arteries in my face.
I'm sitting here, contemplating lunch, idly scratching my chin, as you do, and I kind of half notice that its wet. So I rub it on my shirt. I kind of half notice its still wet. Repeat. The third time around the fact that there's really no good reason for my face to be wet intrudes on my pulled pork reverie, so I reach up and my hand comes away covered in blood. My face is likewise as, obviously, is my shirt. There are even drops of blood on my sunglasses tucked into my shirt, all this from a scratch so small that it's almost microscopic.
I am now soaking said shirt in what passes for cold water here and hoping for the best.
Goretastic.
I'm sitting here, contemplating lunch, idly scratching my chin, as you do, and I kind of half notice that its wet. So I rub it on my shirt. I kind of half notice its still wet. Repeat. The third time around the fact that there's really no good reason for my face to be wet intrudes on my pulled pork reverie, so I reach up and my hand comes away covered in blood. My face is likewise as, obviously, is my shirt. There are even drops of blood on my sunglasses tucked into my shirt, all this from a scratch so small that it's almost microscopic.
I am now soaking said shirt in what passes for cold water here and hoping for the best.
Goretastic.
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obd:
wow. maybe you're molting. I hope it doesn't hurt much.
shal:
Eeew.