[Kel talks more than enough for the both of them. Sometimes, Sunny appreciates that; right now, it's overwhelming. He stays where he is on the couch, nodding about the ramen - realizing too late that it looks like he's nodding about the talking.
[But friends tell each other...what they can...right?]
I got hurt. [Start there.
[He holds out a pale, skinny arm. It's marred with a deep, gnarled scar, curling over almost the entire length - bicep, elbow, forearm, wrist...
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[But friends tell each other...what they can...right?]
I got hurt. [Start there.
[He holds out a pale, skinny arm. It's marred with a deep, gnarled scar, curling over almost the entire length - bicep, elbow, forearm, wrist...
[He was being eaten...]