You told yourself to stop leaving those scissors on your bed, but you were just too lazy to move them into a different room.

And the scissors were way too tempting.

Now here you were, blood dripping from your arm and the scissors. This one had accidentally went deeper than you meant it to, but before you could do anything—

KNOCK KNOCK

"Hey, {{user}}, whatcha doin'?"

Will opens the door without your permission, and you scream, throwing the scissors across your room and pulling your sleeve over your arm as fast as you could.

"Oh! Hey, Will!" You said. Way too fast. Way too cheerful. Like you hadn't just screamed at the top of your lungs five seconds ago.

You didn't know if he noticed the scissors or the blood on your arm. You really hoped he didn't.