[The ice comment was horribly, or really well, timed, because that's exactly what happened. Keith sputtered for a second, then spit out a piece of ice with a startled look.]
What the hell? [He stared at his finger again, forcing himself to watch as another drip fell off and hit the steps with the distinct click similar to the sound of hail.
He pressed it against the robe draped over his leg this time to at least get some pressure on it to make it stop, and then shuddered before putting his head on his other hand, the knife hanging loosely from those fingers. He closed his eyes again, just needing to block out at least one form of sensory input to help process this.]
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What the hell? [He stared at his finger again, forcing himself to watch as another drip fell off and hit the steps with the distinct click similar to the sound of hail.
He pressed it against the robe draped over his leg this time to at least get some pressure on it to make it stop, and then shuddered before putting his head on his other hand, the knife hanging loosely from those fingers. He closed his eyes again, just needing to block out at least one form of sensory input to help process this.]
Okay, so... what does that mean?