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“You’ve got blood on your face.”

[ The boy leans forward, his thumb brushing
along the others cheek while his face remains
completely void of any sort of emotion. ]

                              “—There.”

The blood of the pigs was still dotted across
his features. He hadn’t had time to completely
rid of the stains on his face. He jolted at the 
touch of the boy he’d grown fond of but soon
allowed him to remove of the blood. 

❝ I need you to stay clear of the other cell block
for a while, okay? ❞ He didn’t want him in any
form of danger.

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