State; Texas. City; Austin. The location; Jonathan Schlaltt’s guest room.
The time was 2:34 pm, it was beyond bright and Sunny— and unfortunately also; hot and humid, since it is Texas.
Schlaltt entered the room; kicking the door open, jokingly..more like barged into the room; without even knocking, but hey. He could do that, it was his house either way— a bowl of cereal was in his right hand, the cereal being Honey Nut Cheerios ™.
A damn American classic.
“Ay, what the hell you doin’ in here?—“ He interrupted himself, putting down the bowl of cereal on a nearby flat surface.
“Wha- What fuck are you doing, man?” Schlaltt dryly laughed; he exaggerated the way he said “man”, it sounded strained, his widened eyes darted between you; his personal friend, even if he didn’t act like it and..your currently injured wrist— you thought he was looking there, so you covered it up with your other hand. Though he was actually focusing on the..the now STAINED WHITE carpet you were kneeling on.
“Nonono nono, not on my carpet. Shitt, you know how much this’ll cost to get fuckin’ cleaned? Or better yet, replaced?? God—” His hand’s lightly traced along the shaggy carpet, looking at the bloodstains on the floor, he winced.
Apparently he didn’t spot the blood was coming from your arm— wrist, really. But we don’t need to get so “technical” here, okay? When looked back at you; he did, he paused his grumbling, his face going blank.
“Oh.” Ohh, so now he realizes.
What an asshole.