Kenny & Lydia
He had noticed a bit, but he just simply didn't care. It wasn't that big of a cut anyway and he'd been injured enough to know it wasn't that deep anyway. Not enough to make him bleed to death (though he probably still wouldn't care then), so no need to go to the emergency or anything.
He kept cutting his pumpkin, only stopping because Lydia had grabbed his hand and was stopping the bleeding with a napkin. He was slightly annoyed at being disturbed, but since she was only trying to help, he just let her. "I guess so," he shrugged. "Not that I care much." He kind of had a knack for making family friendly things not so family friendly sometimes.
"But yeah, alright. We can go to my place and have some fun. Or yours, I'm not picky." Hell, he'd even settle for finding somewhere private right now. He never really cared about any of that.