He doesn't actually know what a styptic pencil is, but a vague image of a soft tipped, chunky pencil-like utensil is rattling around his head. He probes around it to see if he can dredge up some alternatives.
He wrinkles his nose at what he comes up with.
"Guessing you're not hiding a hospital anywhere," he sighs, "And it looks like buddy over here doesn't have self-preservation built in. Do you think the rest of them bleed like that?"
cw: blood
He doesn't actually know what a styptic pencil is, but a vague image of a soft tipped, chunky pencil-like utensil is rattling around his head. He probes around it to see if he can dredge up some alternatives.
He wrinkles his nose at what he comes up with.
"Guessing you're not hiding a hospital anywhere," he sighs, "And it looks like buddy over here doesn't have self-preservation built in. Do you think the rest of them bleed like that?"