<Xavier> Stop poking me
* Zsparke jabs her sharp fingernails into Xavier's arm
repeatedly
<Xavier> hey, that hurts
* Zsparke eats rice and continues to jab Xavier's arm
<Xavier> it's all your fault. when i bleed, i'm blaming you.
<Zsparke> it's not /my/ fault you've got blood.
* Zsparke snarfs her rice