I thought he'd do a better job of it. [just. not bothering to hide his distaste for you know who, though he sighs and moves to go get what he needs.
medical kit, bowl of water, gloves, towels. each brought and laid out before he takes a seat on the coffee table. he didn't like this couch much anyway, he decides.]
What is your bloodtype? [he asks as he slips on the gloves.]
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medical kit, bowl of water, gloves, towels. each brought and laid out before he takes a seat on the coffee table. he didn't like this couch much anyway, he decides.]
What is your bloodtype? [he asks as he slips on the gloves.]