The downside of coming closer to point and laugh, was that Russel’s act of spinning flung some blood droplets in Emil’s direction. Gross.

“Ew!” He stepped back. “Don’t bleed on me, that’s disgusting. And I’m here to take a piss, the hell you think I’m doing here.” He crossed his arms, annoyed. “So a girl punched you in the face on Valentine’s, don’t take it out on me.”