Who knew that a grasp of a hand could hurt so much.
This morning, things were a little shaky, leaving everybody in an agitated state of being. I was innocently preparing my breakfast, or should I say piece of toast, as I was abruptly interrupted. My computer, that was playing some Swedish House Mafia to wake me up, was apparently in Ilusha's way. Rather than politely asking me to move it so that he may have room to prepare breakfast, he grabs my computer. Instinctively I reach for it, meanwhile he grabs my arm. It was the most painful feeling, I felt it through my bones. Aside from a strong grip, it was what lied under my sleeve. I thought those etchings gave me control, but I guess that's something out of reach.
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