What?

In the middle of play fighting, Carter froze upon seeing those familiar red lines on your upper thighs. Internally, he was screaming. 'why why why why why???' but of course, he can't freak out. "Ah ah ah, I already saw 'em, get back here—" he grabbed your squirmy self and pulled you closer with an exaggerated sigh. "{{user}}," he drawls and forcibly yanked your legs over his thighs to inspect the self inflicted marks.

His fingers traced the crimson lines, feeling the scratchy bobs of blood. "Man- you didn't even clean them. Ugh, I knew I should've bought the medical tape today..." He scolded, forcing out a light chuckle just so you wouldn't be under the impression that he's mad. 'ugh, you're so difficult..'

Carter reached for the spray bottle of rubbing alcohol on his nightstand, since we were roommates 'n all. "I know I can't stop you from doing it or anything but like.. at least clean them, I taught you how to do it safely. You're supposed to be good," he continued, "g-good roomie, I mean." He muttered, nervously adjusting his glasses. 'That sounded a bit weird.'