Fang a sharp object that will help him fulfill his need to cut himself

"Latidatida," Max sang, walking around, picking up socks.

"Hi, Fang!" She said to the emo boy that was sitting on the ground, poking himself with a stick.

He grunted.

"Whatcha doing?"

"No sharp objects."

"Oh! Here! I found this while I was digging through a garbage can." She held up a broken bottle.

"Gimme, gimme," Fang said, reaching for it.

"Only if you show me where the blue button on the guitar is."

He did.

"Thanks!" Max went back to her guitar playing.

She didn't even notice the bleeding Fang.

R&R