I'm not nervous. Would you just stop looming like a vultu--shit!
[Spirit doesn't curse frequently, but the neat slice in his finger was enough to elicit the startled cry. He drops the knife in his haste to pull his hand away, gritting his teeth. The weapon is quickly at the sink, the water running as hot as he can tolerate, gritting his teeth.]
Keep your ass over there, Stein. You're not stitching anything!
[It's an unusually cross remark for the redhead to make, particularly to his meister. His back is still to Stein as he runs uninjured hand through his hair in frustration, grumbling more to himself than to Stein:] Damn it.
He's going to. 'Tis a matter of when
[Spirit doesn't curse frequently, but the neat slice in his finger was enough to elicit the startled cry. He drops the knife in his haste to pull his hand away, gritting his teeth. The weapon is quickly at the sink, the water running as hot as he can tolerate, gritting his teeth.]
Keep your ass over there, Stein. You're not stitching anything!
[It's an unusually cross remark for the redhead to make, particularly to his meister. His back is still to Stein as he runs uninjured hand through his hair in frustration, grumbling more to himself than to Stein:] Damn it.
[ooc and that when is now]