What? No, I can — give the blood. ( he half starts, hesitates, then finishes. the hesitation is less for the reason she might think — that he doesn't really want to (which, no, he doesn't, but it's another day ending in y, of course there's something he doesn't want to do rearing its ugly head) — but more that he realises how completely flarking stupid they're going to sound arguing about who gets to slice open their own skin in order to open a door. )
Tell you what— ( he says, looking over the room from item to item, attempting to ascertain the best object for getting this thing done. ) Whoever finds a knife ( or an alternative ) first gets to choose.
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Tell you what— ( he says, looking over the room from item to item, attempting to ascertain the best object for getting this thing done. ) Whoever finds a knife ( or an alternative ) first gets to choose.