"Oh yeah? Prove it!" He smiled, still holding the scissors, stained with blood and tears. Which was blood, so it was just a horrible red mess of blood.
"See? I rarely cry!" He laughed, still playing with the scissors. "It just drips out of my eyes a lot..." He growled, watching the scissors reflect the light.
"Try in there," Willow told Marie, pointing to a door near a rather suspicious trail of blood. "I doubt there'd be many o the people trailing blood around, it's supposed to be a sterile environment."
Marie walked up to the door, opened it and cautiously poked her head around it.
"Well it's blood! I-It just pours outta my eyes sometimes..." He murmured. Watching her back away at the sight of his scissors, he stopped playing with them, but still held it in his hand.
"Hey, we've been waiting in the waiting room for you guys for God knows how long, you're the ones taking forever!" Willow retaliated, as she and Marie actually walked inside.
"N-no!" He growled, putting away the scissors quickly, stuffing it into his pocket. "Don't say I suffocated and tried to stab Angel because I stapled the little girls eye shut so she got a scythe and and and... just because I have scissors in my hand!" He growled, an offended look on his face, his tail swishing angrily, even though he had done all of those things.
"I didn't! Because it was fun..." He laughed, staring at the bloody stapler,. "GAAAH! I-I mean I didn't! Why would I do that!? Hahahaha..." He said, the stapler covered in bits of ripped up and shredded eye, like strange gooey blood.
Being slapped, it hit his gory mess of an eye, covering Angels hand in disgusting, half-rotting flesh. His eye, red and bleeding, twitched. He laughed, feeling the pain. "Aww... why'd you do that?" He laughed, holding the stapler.