At least there wasn't shit on me.
Or blood.
That'd be nasty. Like, forehead blood? Forehead shit? No fucking thanks, m8.
I got up off the floor, horrified. I was halfway out the door when a hand was on my shoulder pulling me back. I turned around. "Wha- Dallon? What're you doing here?"
"You."
"I've had enough of that bullshit today."
"Whoops," Dallon said without sympathy.
"Oh, thanks, Dal."
"It's Dildo to you."
"Oh."
