[To be honest, the scene doesn't even bother Beat anymore. If anything, the scent of the blood makes his nose itch and his mouth water, his eyes narrowing as said blood begins to shoot from the ruined neck like a fountain. He makes a token effort to keep clean, grabbing a pillow out of the pile to hold it up, but all it does is leave a nice neat clean square on him. Thanks for that, Gamzee.
When the screams stop, Beat lowers the pillow and glances over it, huffing that Gamzee's finally chowing down and not just playing in the blood. Which Beat begins trying to wipe off of himself, tongue coming out to catch over stray bits on his arms or fingers, trying to clean his face as well.]
Shit, you coulda 'least turned him some other direction.
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When the screams stop, Beat lowers the pillow and glances over it, huffing that Gamzee's finally chowing down and not just playing in the blood. Which Beat begins trying to wipe off of himself, tongue coming out to catch over stray bits on his arms or fingers, trying to clean his face as well.]
Shit, you coulda 'least turned him some other direction.