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"Yeah, just got my finger, is all." He reassured, feeling a bit off for somebody caring if he was hurt. Besides his friends, they'd care if he was hurt, small or big injuries........ right? |
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"You know where the medkit is. Go." She grinned. |
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"Oh please, i'm fine." He reassured, |
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She turned to him, a smirk gracing her lips. "Medkit, now. 'Fore I march your ass into that house, and patch you up myself." She mused. |
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Marco immediately stood and went, tossing a glance at her over his shoulder as he went past before shaking his head and scoffing slightly at the while speel before grinning as he continued on down to the house. Usually threatning him to do things would make him do it, it triggered the right things. |
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"You're my friend, I hate seeing my friends hurt!" She grinned. |
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"Good to hear!" Marco called, still grinning as he went in and found the smallest band-aid he could before heading back out. |
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"Boy, I know you did not just grab the tiniest band-aid, without cleaning your hand first!" She grinned. |
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"I defanitely cleaned my hand! What do you mean?!" Marco called, running a bit of water over it then putting on a decent sized bandage. |
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"Dude, I'm fuckin' with you!" She wheezed, doubling over. |
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