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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 8:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 9:33 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 10:10 pm
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like swimmers do (i'll call on you)
"From where? Er." Veronica hesitated after the question, but understood. Though really, she didn't, but she at least just tried to. She'd never had a body crippling wound before. "No. No you weren't. I just." Vero sighed. She was too used to taking care of others. "It's not good to get too hurt. We don't know what'll happen if we need to run or chase something." She murmured, other hand reaching for the bottle of disinfectant. "Here, press this against your shoulder. I'm going to go return this to our neighbor and see if they have anything extra. It's too dangerous outside tonight, so you're sleeping here, no ifs, ands, or buts." She didn't mean to sound too bossy, but. It was better than being found in the woods and beat to death by random lackeys. On top of that, it was already dark outside.
It'd offer her some peace of mind.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2016 11:41 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 08, 2016 8:17 am
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like swimmers do (i'll call on you)
Veronica pursed her lips, wondering just what could've happened to them that they were left with stab wound. Then again, they tended to keep most of their life on the down-low, so Vero held back. "You seem to live quite the dangerous life." Vero commented, eyebrows creased with a small, concerned smile. At their request, Vero stood up, sighing lightly before nodding. "I'll tell them you're easy to startle. Just sit tight." She murmured, almost patting their shoulder before remembering that was where their cut was. She refrained from patting them, instead gesturing to the food on the counter as if saying please eat, you look dead. "I'll be back."
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