Musters up a tiny grin and a little bit of a chuckle. “…Y—you know, I can’t cook, either… S—so we better be careful.”
"Ya’ can’t? Hella! That’ll make it even more fuckin’ destructive! Let’s do this, Finn! We can fuck up my apartment, if ya’ rather not fuck up yers!" Look how excited this egg gets over causing mass destruction.
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Small sigh, and a little shrug. “…i—it’s just one of those days. Y—you know, where you don’t f—feel fantastic. It’s alright.”
Jutting out his bottom lip, he nudged shoulder against his, “Hey, well, that’s not good. We need to do somethin’ then. We should try to… make a cake or somethin’. ‘m awful at cookin’, so it should be entertainin’, at least.”
"I went to go to the store, ya’ know, just to pick up some things, and I wasn’t even payin’ attention to what I was doin’ and fuckin’ slammed straight into the door. I think the people were judgin’ me."
Jumps a little bit in surprise. Looks like he was a little out of it. “A-ah, hey.”
It was obvious that he was a little out of it. “Is everythin’ alright? Ya’ look like yer zonin’ out.”
"No I do know what I’m doing, but I think the thread I used was incorrect. —Well, I mean, I know it was, but.. It’s all I could use. —My suturing skills are usually pretty decent, actually.”
"…So what does that mean? Are ya’ gonna like get infected now and lose a limb? I don’t know how the fuck someone manages to give themselves stitches, but ya’ must’ve found some way."
"…" He doesn’t really say anything. He just stares. Huh.
Waves hands obnoxiously in front of the poor child’s face. “Yoohoo, anyone home?”