Anti sits next to JJ. "Hey."
JJ curls tighter, not responding. His eyes are fixed on the screen.
"I know you hate this, I know you just want to be left alone, but... You're not safe if you are."
JJ just gets up. He accidentally hits his right calf on the table and hisses in pain before limping to the kitchen. He pops a mini pizza in the microwave and sits on the counter. He pulls up his pantleg, showing not only the bandage on his calf but many scars, crisscrossing his lower leg and clearly going up on his thigh. Blood is starting to soak the bandage, and he removes it carefully.
His brow furrows as he spots something. Leaning over to the sink and washing his hands, he then digs a small medallion out of his leg. His eyes widen and he drops it, shaking.
Anti looks over at the noise, and comes over when he notices JJ hyperventilating. He crouches down and looks at the small round object.
"...Where did this come from?"
JJ points to his leg, then finger spells with his left. "That's his symbol."
"That's... Not good. It's cursed."
Dark comes into the kitchen just in time to hear this last statement. "Yeah, right."
“Listen, I’ve been collecting cursed objects for fucking years. If I say that it’s a cursed object it probably is.”
"And I am a cursed object. Get over it, Anti, you're overreacting."
Anti huffs, grabbing the medallion and standing. "I'm going to look into this, if you need me I'll be in my room." He stalks out, and goes to his room, slamming the door. Dark just rolls his eyes and vacates JJ's mini pizza from the microwave, handing it to the still shaking ego. He eats mechanically, staring off into space, his injury on his calf forgotten and not caring about his own blood on his fingers.