Don't joke. [Masaomi snaps back. Now that he's not talking about himself, at least, he manages to retain some authority in his tone.] If we leave it alone, it won't take five minutes for this shit to get infected.
[He grits his teeth as he rushes through the final kanji. Then, before Aoba can mock him for it, he wipes the bloody knife on his pants and starts cutting off the sleeve of his hoodie. Even using this will be infinitely better than leaving Aoba's wound to bleed out into his shoe.
He's already thinking about where to get a proper first aid kit once they leave this room, having completely forgotten it's his turn next.]
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[He grits his teeth as he rushes through the final kanji. Then, before Aoba can mock him for it, he wipes the bloody knife on his pants and starts cutting off the sleeve of his hoodie. Even using this will be infinitely better than leaving Aoba's wound to bleed out into his shoe.
He's already thinking about where to get a proper first aid kit once they leave this room, having completely forgotten it's his turn next.]