[ Tom's words are as decisive as the cut, hands soaked in blood that isn't his as he continues more of the rough, hard grunt work of carving flesh. Despite his broad shoulders, he's not an athelete by any means: he can skin fish with ease. This is not fish.
But he knows he has to do this. He glances up, teeth flashing into a grin in the dark of the night. He seems to finally clock the other's age. ]
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[ Tom's words are as decisive as the cut, hands soaked in blood that isn't his as he continues more of the rough, hard grunt work of carving flesh. Despite his broad shoulders, he's not an athelete by any means: he can skin fish with ease. This is not fish.
But he knows he has to do this. He glances up, teeth flashing into a grin in the dark of the night. He seems to finally clock the other's age. ]
You should be somewhere safe.