You're lucky I'm not a white suburban mom or I would have sued.
[ he leans forward to blow on his own hand, and then inspects it in general. it's almost free? he might be able to tug it loose, although it might hurt a bit to yank it completely free. nowhere near as much as it would have before though. ]
Let me melt it a bit more. Burns are more easily treatable than loosing all of your skin.
[In case Karkat wanted that lovely image implanted in his brain. Mohammed lights a smaller flame and holds it under the candy.] Try pulling you hand away slowly.
[ he did not want that image in his brain but it's there now. thanks.
he'll start doing that though. at first he pulls too quickly, because he's a stupid fuck, but when that makes him wince he is more careful after. and... slowly... he is free! ]
[ he holds it up. it's sticky from the candy cane, and there are random marks where the heat got too much, but those will easily fade away in a day or two. ]
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Not just mine, but others'. I talk to a lot of people, and you pick up things over the years.
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I mean, I guess people wear like. An earring. Earrings. Plural.
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[Sorry that your hand is hot]
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[ he makes a yelping sound that could, potentially, be described as chihuahua-like. ]
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Does it hurt? [He doesn't know his own strength. Somehow.]
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[ he leans forward to blow on his own hand, and then inspects it in general. it's almost free? he might be able to tug it loose, although it might hurt a bit to yank it completely free. nowhere near as much as it would have before though. ]
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[In case Karkat wanted that lovely image implanted in his brain. Mohammed lights a smaller flame and holds it under the candy.] Try pulling you hand away slowly.
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he'll start doing that though. at first he pulls too quickly, because he's a stupid fuck, but when that makes him wince he is more careful after. and... slowly... he is free! ]
Final-fucking-ly! Sweet freedom!
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Glad I could be of help. How's your hand?
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[ he holds it up. it's sticky from the candy cane, and there are random marks where the heat got too much, but those will easily fade away in a day or two. ]
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[Anya should be understanding enough if Karkat's hand isn't flawless today.]
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[ he did, indeed, just almost forget about that whole lie. he's so suave.
but with that, he will run off, but not before pausing to awkwardly wave bye at mohammed. ]