"That's, like, super specific." He laughs slightly, trying to imagine this fat banana-mango-pineapple when Sebastian asks his follow-up question. There's definitely a hesitation, some slight tension to his shoulders, but nothing like the trauma of what he's just been through. Sal shakes his head.
"No, it's okay. Unless you plan on pointing a shotgun in my face you're not likely to trigger me." He clears his throat. That was kind of cryptic, wasn't it? "I'm missing roughly half of my mouth. Mostly just the skin--I've had a lot of reconstruction done but there's only so much you can do with a gaping hole."
Another pause. "A man attacked us--my mom and I, I mean, while we were relaxing in a park one day. I was really young, so I honestly don't remember it very well. For a long time, I'd been convinced we were attacked by a dog. The doctors saw the damage we took, though, and knew it was from a shotgun. I was told later that she shielded me from the blast--it's the only reason I'm still alive. She must've seen the gunman and stepped between us."
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Date: 2023-09-18 08:58 pm (UTC)"No, it's okay. Unless you plan on pointing a shotgun in my face you're not likely to trigger me." He clears his throat. That was kind of cryptic, wasn't it? "I'm missing roughly half of my mouth. Mostly just the skin--I've had a lot of reconstruction done but there's only so much you can do with a gaping hole."
Another pause. "A man attacked us--my mom and I, I mean, while we were relaxing in a park one day. I was really young, so I honestly don't remember it very well. For a long time, I'd been convinced we were attacked by a dog. The doctors saw the damage we took, though, and knew it was from a shotgun. I was told later that she shielded me from the blast--it's the only reason I'm still alive. She must've seen the gunman and stepped between us."