"Didn't you understand what I said?" the little squirrel rolled its eyes, "What I meant was, the blood on your head might be from outside!"
"Eh?"
"Wait!"
The little squirrel fiercely grabbed onto its head, its eyes widening with curiosity as it examined, "Head, your neck is so white."
"White?"
The head expressed its incomprehension.
It had looked at itself in the mirror.
Truth be told, its own appearance was somewhat unbearable to look at directly.
There was no one uglier, the entire face bluish-purple and turning black, lips full of cracked, dark red crevices, teeth jaggedly growing in a pitch-black mouth, the tongue even darker...
Like a ghost!
"Yeah, just a little bit."
The little squirrel buried its head into the Head's hair, its tiny claws tenderly stroking that section of white and delicate neck.
