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He smiled -albeit wan and thin- before stepping closer to the other boy so he wouldn't have to walk as far on that leg. Now that the distance was less than it had been, he could see more, and he liked it even less, a crease forming between mismatched eyes. He did not blame him for his unpleasant demeanor- he would not be very sociable after walking on that, although it was entirely likely he was already...cantankerous, and the pain worsened it. It wasn't as though The Typhoon lacked room for more people with barbed tongues. "It's all right to do it here," he said after a moment, when he realized Chardonnay hadn't risen just to meet him halfway, expecting to walk farther elsewhere. Not if Pip could help it. "But yes, that would be appreciated. Do you know what treatment you received afterward?" Pip did not want to rub certain ointments into the skin until he knew the cause and, accordingly, what would match best with the type of wound.
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