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"Hey, you've been asleep for half the day.You stay up last night even after me?" Gale teased, continuing with his hand. |
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Kayla nodded, the memory and confusion of who had thrown the dagger flashing through her mind. Her hand instinctively reached for the badly done stitches before she touched them barely and winced. Yep, still there, all real. |
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Gale saw her wince and a flash of concern ran through his eyes, him grimacing. "You okay?" He asks, eyeing the stitches and sneering. "Girl, and I thought my stitches were bad." The man mumbled, grabbing her and taking the stitches out, restitching them to perfection, at least in his mind. *YET ANOTHER FACT ABOUT GALE HUMMENDEAUS * He sucks at stitching, besides this time.All the other times I've seen have been terrible. |
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"Gale, i'm fine." She huffed, but stayed still while he worked. Once he was done, she tured and practically tackled him onto the cot, burying her face in his neck and sighing |
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"Well duh, you're okay, those stitches were not." He clarifies, grunting as she tackled him onto the cot. Gale looked at her and smiled, wrapping his arms around her. "Man i'm so fucking mad at the world for heck, I don't know." |
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"Well you can take that energy out on me...." She teased, kissing his jaw |
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"I'll take the offer," He says, leaning closer. "Just wait 'till tonight and i'll make you feel more then alive." Gale teased, shifting her off him. "Sorry love, i've got logs to drag." |
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Kayla nodded, watching him. She sighed and just flopped back down onto the cot, twirling her dagger in her fingers |
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It was eventually time for supper and the camp all gathered, waiting for the Venison that'd been smoking for days. |
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Kayla was beside Gale, her silent but grounded figure trying to stay in the background of it all |
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