by LunaXanta » Tue Jan 10, 2012 4:40 pm
GIR went flying up the choote to either be launched out of the house or left to his devises on the first floor. Dib didn't know or care.
"I, heh, I'm f-fine really..." He insisted, trying to stop wincing as he clutched his arm. Mur had stabbed him trying to get GIR off. The leg had slipped and Dib had moved his arm at the same time. Really he should've seen it coming, he thought.
It was deep. Dib was used to getting beat up, and his body seemed to be able to heal anything, but this was deeper then the norm for cuts in his case. It didn't touch the bone, but it had made a hole into the flesh of his arm, maybe a half-inch or a little less. Either way it hurt.
"Just, let me, can we sit down? I-I'll be fine really. I'm used to stuff like this."