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April 23rd, 2010
![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif) deadliestsin | 06:10 am
Adrian thinks for a moment before he reached out to grab a big kitchen knife. It was kind of creepy how he rather calmly stabbed the thing into his own forearm while never looking away from her face.
He doesn't even bleed.
"They can't hurt me." he then repeats, before he has to rather forcibly yank the knife out. The blood that drops onto the counter isn't red either but more.. blue. Only a few droplets fall from the wound because it's sealing up too quickly to let any flow. He holds his arm up, letting her watch as the wounds on either side of his flesh knit and regrow.
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