( Okay - so - this is an unexpected turn of events. A hand darts out to snatch, not his knife but rather Travis's hand, so he can drag that finger closer and inspect it.
— And smell it; it smells wrong. Weird. Like... bad chlorophyll? Corrupted plants? —
But the cut's already healed, the blood is gone. He drops it as quickly as he'd grabbed it, and levels Travis with a wondering look instead. )
Dude, what the fuck is wrong with your blood?
( Does he think this is a government conspiracy now? Absolutely not. Does he think something real fucking weird is up with this redneck idiot? Fuck yeah. )
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— And smell it; it smells wrong. Weird. Like... bad chlorophyll? Corrupted plants? —
But the cut's already healed, the blood is gone. He drops it as quickly as he'd grabbed it, and levels Travis with a wondering look instead. )
Dude, what the fuck is wrong with your blood?
( Does he think this is a government conspiracy now? Absolutely not. Does he think something real fucking weird is up with this redneck idiot? Fuck yeah. )