"A yellow scorpion?" Edward repeated after him, intensely gazing at the giant welt that had formed on his ankle.
However, given his nature, a wicked but mischievous idea suddenly popped into his head, despite the restlessness he was enduring inside every time he glanced at Earl's punctured wound.
He looked away from the blood again and cleared his throat to make his voice sound a little tense.
"Oh, no. That's a wild forest scorpion. And I have bad news for you, Earl. Very bad."
All of a sudden, hearing his voice drop from his usual playful side to sound like something serious, Earl widened his eyes slightly while looking up at him.
His grip tightened over his torn trousers when he murmured, "What do you mean?"
"Well," Edward began, crossing his arms and leaning against a nearby tree, intentionally trying to mimic a perplexed body language just to make the omega nervous enough from watching his reaction.
