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[STEVE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Steve had always gotten more than his fair share of scrapes, and it wasn't limited to one part of his life, either. It was one of the most consistent aspects, in all honesty. Water: wet. Grass: green. Steve: slugged. Maybe it was because of his size, however much he hated having to acknowledge that size was an important factor. He hadn't met anyone smaller than him yet, not anyone who was his age at least, so he couldn't exactly say whether being lighter of stature was closely tied to an easy bruising, but what he did know was that people loved to pick on those smaller than them. Not all of them, obviously, but a small statistic didn't make the actions of that percentage any better. Of course, Steve typically wound up in the part of the graph affected by that group. It was always worth the cuts and bruises, though. Always. Who said the smallest were the ones needing protection? He'd managed fine thus far. Somewhat.

However, he wasn't a child. Kids were preyed on quite a bit too, for their naivety and inexperience, so whenever he'd come across a child wandering on their own, Steve escorted them somewhere safer. He couldn't just walk away from them, the same way he couldn't desert this kid, either, who was in need of several hot meals and a few baths. Maybe a new teddy bear. Steve eyed the toy where it landed, approaching slowly, and he glanced at the kid several feet away. "Shouldn't desert your friends like that," Steve said mildly, nudging the bear closer to the feline. "Are you hungry? I could find something for you real quick. Any preferences?"