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Eyes grazed over the note paper, which was soon going to be filled with practised notes. They’d all done a group secret Santa, and Aiden had been selected in charge for putting together a gift for his favourite nerd.
Hopefully, what lay in the gift bag currently would please the boy.
The bag had a blank tag that came with, attached to the ribbon handle. One shot, one perfectly white canvas. He had to practise writing first, not risk a mistake.
With a puff of air, the drawer opened, he continued by grabbing the first thin pen he could see, and the sharpie nearest to it. He placed the sharpie down on the bench and went to click the end of the pen open.
He brought the pen down on his hand, hard. That should do it. Apparently, he had this nasty habit of using pens and leaving them around. Meaning, that they never got un-clicked. With that and the additional fact that he was so distracted with what he was going to write, he’d missed to look at the pen. Completely missed the fact, that it was flipped the wrong way.
The sharp tip of the fine liner stabbed into his hand. It carried a force that was only accidental.
His hand jolted alongside his body, dropping the pen with a soft clack. A small black dot stood out on his hand, surrounded by a glowing red.
A few of his fingers shook, on the injured hand. No blood sprouted, but it hurt. Painful grey surrounded his vision for a brief moment afterward.
He used the sharpie that day.