not the access to weapons—
the adrenaline in his system was starting to cool down, and his hands curled around the table edge, knuckles turning white. “ i’ll be more careful dad, i promise- ”
ooo, yeah okay no wonder his dad was acting like a big deal.
grabbing the bloody shirt he had and tied it a few inches above the knife. Stone looked at his son with worried eyes.
“ You are so… ugh! You need to be more careful or I’m gonna start taking away your access to weapons. “
atticus opened his mouth to speak, but shit he’s fast, already lifted up and set down.
“ i- uh- ” man he’s gonna get into so much trouble. a hand reached back to scratch at his neck, and he’s looking away. “ i was doing knife tricks, and i didn’t catch it fast enough. ”
He looks over and stares frozen as he quickly snaps back. He rushed over and picked his son up, placing him on the counter, keeping him in an upright position.
"What the fuck happened?" Oh my god... OH MY GOD! "
He’s panicking now,
—
he was going to his dad because he needed medical assistance, sure he can wrap his own wounds, clean them too- but something about having a knife in your thigh tells him he needs help.
so he’s gesturing to the said knife, and not a beat passes after he sees his dad. “ i need
Ugh now he has to get a new shirt.
Blood won’t come off his white shirt. He’s angry, groaning as he makes himself a latte. Crimson-red liquid drips down from his hand as he reaches to grab a mug. Hearing the floor creak caused him to shift his eyes over to the reader.
“ Hi? “
he’s heading to the fridge right now, he keeps rubbing it though. it feels numb and weird and blegh.
that kid tried saying some wack ass shit. punch an ableist. ✨
Well Stone is very proud of his son! He should get an ice pack out of the freezer and ice that eye.
He can use some eye serum to make his eye less puffy,