He grabbed a few paper towels and soaked them to clean his face off and scrub the blood from between his fingers. He made a low frustrated noise, somewhere between a growl and a sigh, when Emil started talking again. Why couldn't this guy just go away?!
Oh, but maybe he was actually trying to be helpful this time? Russel decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, dropping the bloody paper towels in the sink and turning to look at what Emil had pulled up on his phone.
That...was not laundry advice.
Russel gave the phone a baffled stare, which rose to giving Emil a baffled stare. "What the hell is your problem?"
...wait.
Confusion, then realization flitted across his face. He touched his fingers to the space just below his nose. No. What? No! He pulled his hand away and looked down to confirm--yup, that was blood.
He froze, staring down at it. Hadn't it stopped?! WHY WAS IT BLEEDING AGAIN, WHAT WAS HAPPENING
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Oh, but maybe he was actually trying to be helpful this time? Russel decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, dropping the bloody paper towels in the sink and turning to look at what Emil had pulled up on his phone.
That...was not laundry advice.
Russel gave the phone a baffled stare, which rose to giving Emil a baffled stare. "What the hell is your problem?"
...wait.
Confusion, then realization flitted across his face. He touched his fingers to the space just below his nose. No. What? No! He pulled his hand away and looked down to confirm--yup, that was blood.
He froze, staring down at it. Hadn't it stopped?! WHY WAS IT BLEEDING AGAIN, WHAT WAS HAPPENING