[ You know. They're jittery little apples that dance out of your mouth even after you thought you had a good grip on them, and sometimes people spit when they're angry; he wouldn't discount the possibility.
But drying blood is at least easier to get off than wet blood, Minato idly rubbing a spot on the back of his hand where the paint(?) has dried to a thin layer and he can pick little flecks of it off with his fingernails. ]
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[ You know. They're jittery little apples that dance out of your mouth even after you thought you had a good grip on them, and sometimes people spit when they're angry; he wouldn't discount the possibility.
But drying blood is at least easier to get off than wet blood, Minato idly rubbing a spot on the back of his hand where the paint(?) has dried to a thin layer and he can pick little flecks of it off with his fingernails. ]