Seventh

[takeyour_soul]

[So yeah, Maka had razorblades in her milk, and cut her tongue before spitting the thing out. Serves her right for drinking it straight out of the bottle, with no regards to her family. She's learned to not trust the food here now, which she probably should have considered to begin with.

In any case, she's bleeding and can't speak properly. But, she

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[hell_inmyhead]

... W-What happened...? And why are you talking funny...?

[takeyour_soul]

I, uh, cuth mythelf. There wath a rayther in th' milk.

'Ou prohly shou'nt drink it, if 'ou go' some.

[hell_inmyhead]

You.... w-what!?

O-Okay... I won't... We got other stuff too...

[takeyour_soul]

Cuth mythelf. I' won' thop bleeding, but I thood be okay.

J-Jus' be mo' careful than I wath.

[eupathetic]

What happened?

[takeyour_soul]

I cuth mythelf. Wathent e'pthcting there t' be a rayther in it.

[eupathetic]

You what? How did you --

[takeyour_soul]

I' wath in th' milk. I prohly shoth've been mo' careful. Dothent hurt t' bad anymor', buh i' won' thop bleeding.

[braided_icarus]

M-Maka? Are..you okay?

[takeyour_soul]

I thood be okay when th' bleeding thops.

[braided_icarus]

Bleeding? Maka, what the hell happened? Did you tell Chrona there was a razor in the milk?!

[takeyour_soul]

...There wath.

[takeyour_soul]

S' not too bad.

[takeyour_soul]

Poison too?! Thith town...

Uh, th..there were rathers in th' milk, and I dithint realithe it. I thpat it out before I hur' mythelf too bad, though.

[soulfulscythe]

[he knows she's pretty ok, so have some faint sniggering at her speaking.]

Well you're great.

[takeyour_soul]

Fantathtic.

[soulfulscythe]

At least one of us didn't fall for it.

.... you stopped the bleeding?

[takeyour_soul]

...Yeah, I gueth.

No, ith still bleeding. I don't know how lon' mouth wounds are thupposed to bleed for, d' 'ou?