Michael: *squeak* *he calms down, and then something blows in the face*
Michael: GRRR BORKBORKBORK
Matilda: -sigh-
Michael: *gets it off you and also kinda scratches oyu a little*
Matilda: -ow- ;-;
Michael: sorry!
Matilda mind: is okey ;w;
Matilda: -oop blek bloods-
Michael: ??? *tries licking it becuz thats the first thing that came to mind*
Matilda: -they snatched it away before he actually did it- ._.
Matilda mind: no -_-
Michael: i was gonna clean your wound
Matilda: ._.
Matilda mind: still no
