Don't be a bitch about it. [He hissed back glaring at her,] I know you ain't ever been punched in the nose till it bleeds, but lemme tell you it don't fuckin' feel like cotton candy and rainbows.
Head forward. No, I haven't because I don't get into arguments. I walk away from them. [She gently kept cleaning it and then tilted her head at him] What do you remember before you went boom/
Head forward, head back, make up your mind. [He hissed as he leaned his head forward,] Plus, gettin' punched doesn't always come from arguments. [Resting his head against his palm,] I remember drinkin' and chilli' out, serious.
Hell if I know.. [He muttered as he rubbed his nose with the cloth before pressing it over the wash cloth so it wouldn't burn as bad when it touched his nose.]
[Ali was silent for a bit since she didn't know what to say for once, but she left for a moment and eventually came back with a bottle of painkillers.] I don't have aspirin, but I know you're not allergic to anything in these and half a pill won't hurt..
I'll have you know... [He said as he reached out with one hand to accept the pill, the other one still covering his nose.] I'm allergic to strawberry milk.
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