[ He looks around, as if worried about anybody seeing them, then sits on the other end of the sofa (lifting Hange's legs and dropping them back down on his lap if they're lounging along the width). ]
[ Then he peels off the rubber glove and shoves his hand toward Hange's face, though making sure to maintain reasonable distance. ]
[ Something is sure going on there. What used to be two pretty short stumps now definitely look slightly longer -- except the tips are nearly black, slightly translucent like a dark shadow. He wiggles it a little, and the black growths wiggle too. ]
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[ Then he peels off the rubber glove and shoves his hand toward Hange's face, though making sure to maintain reasonable distance. ]
[ Something is sure going on there. What used to be two pretty short stumps now definitely look slightly longer -- except the tips are nearly black, slightly translucent like a dark shadow. He wiggles it a little, and the black growths wiggle too. ]
It's a bit late for it to get infected, right?