damn you, Saba.

[hyuri]

I picked up Saba, flipping him onto his back as is my usual wont. he slipped, and flailed for something to hold onto. he happened to hook the inner folds of my right ear with two claws while he was still slipping downward.

that hurt a lot. more, even, than slamming two fingers in the car door so hard that I was honestly surprised I hadn’t broken either. my right middle finger is rather swollen and purple‑ish, though.