Well... ( Ghoul slowly makes his way over to the offered seat, looking at it like it might jump up and bite him at any moment. What he does once he reaches it is almost comical- a short guy trying to wiggle on to a stool without using his hands is a hell of a sight. Takes him a little bit, but he eventually gets settled and he manages not to get bloody hand prints on anything! Impressive, right?

He clears his throat and picks back up where he left off. ) I kinda tried wrappin' it up myself, but I ain't really got anything to do it with. Shirt, I guess, but I ain't takin' that off and walkin' around, y'know? ( He glances down to his lap, where his hand remains wrapped up in the bottom portion of his shirt that he is still definitely wearing, and frowns thoughtfully. There's a decent amount of blood. Not enough to be life threatening, but it's enough to look pretty gruesome up close and more is seeping out steadily enough to make him wonder how in the hell he's supposed to not bleed too much.

Is he supposed to just, like, suck it back in? Is that some werewolfy thing he can do? He's never tried anything like that before... So he holds his breath, pressing down on his wounds with his uninjured hand as he tries to will his body in to keeping the blood inside of it.

He definitely does not have any anti-bleeding superpowers, but damnit it, he's really putting in an effort here. )