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“Ow, fuck me like a lubed up boko baba!”
A collective gasp around the room. From Time and Twilight for the language. From Sky because he's trying not to laugh at the language. From Four because he just watched Wind throw his shield in the air, catch it wrong and have it bash his thumb on its way down.
“Why did you do that?” Four asks.
“I thought it would be cool,” Wind winces, grabbing the digit, breathing through the pain.
“It's turning purple,” Four points out. Sky immediately pales, turns around and covers his ears.
“Guys, what do we do?” Green asks the other colours.
“You gotta poke through the nail with a hot needle,” Red announces to the room. “It'll relieve the pressure.”
“Ew,” Wind laughs in mild horror, wheezing in pain.
“That’s gross as fuck,” Blue recoils.
“I've got a needle, we can use the candle from my lamp,” Twilight suggests.
“Great, you can do it then,” says Four.
“Um, you're the one with experience?” Twilight replies, handing Four the needle and turning into Wolfie before he can react.
“Don't look at me, I don't have depth perception,” Time excuses himself. Okay, maybe that one was actually somewhat valid.
“We could wait for the others to get back,” Sky suggests, still staring at the wall. “Wars or Legend could do it…”
Vio remains silent, hoping that blending into the shadows would save him.
“C’mon Blue, help the kid,” Green sighs. “You love the blood and gore.”
“Not fingernail gore!” Blue protests.
Meanwhile, Red wipes down the needle and blows out the candle.
“Is that better?” he asks calmly.
Wind grins.
“Yeah, thanks Four!”
“No, no, just One today. Those three don't deserve the credit."