11-18-2020, 03:22 PM
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He wouldn't let this get to him as he listened to the words his older brother spoke, eyes drifting over to the stuffed animals as they were mentioned. They each had something wrong with them, and Torsten had no medical knowledge. He wanted to get one that was easy - or at least looked to be - so when they were given free reign to grab one of the toys, he quickly ran to grab one of th eones with some wood stuck in their foot. He didn't know what it was called - he had yet to have experience with splinters, thank the gods - but he thought this would be something that was easy to take care of.
"It doesn't seem comfy Mr. Turkey, does it?" He would mutter to the toy he had grabbed as he sat down, eyes looking over the creature for a moment before a smile crossed his face. "Don't worry, I can help you! I just gotta take it out and you'll be all better!" Grabbing the wood with his teeth the boy would yank it out, eyes widening slightly as stuffing came out from the foot. A small amount, but enough to make tears well up in his eyes. "No, no, you're going to be ok! See! No more wood, so you're better, right?" He was panicking at this point, afraid for his new turkey friend, since losing stuffing was not what he had planned.
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[div style="max-width: 500px; font-family: times new roman;font-size:13px;text-align:justify;line-height:16px;text-indent:30px;"]Excited for the different events that would be held for this month, Torsten had kept his ears pricked when wandering around, just in case one of the things he had been told about happening would be near him. He wanted to be the first one to arrive at each event if possible, and it seemed as though he was close this time, a few stragglers of NPC's coming forth just before the small boy. He wouldn't let this get to him as he listened to the words his older brother spoke, eyes drifting over to the stuffed animals as they were mentioned. They each had something wrong with them, and Torsten had no medical knowledge. He wanted to get one that was easy - or at least looked to be - so when they were given free reign to grab one of the toys, he quickly ran to grab one of th eones with some wood stuck in their foot. He didn't know what it was called - he had yet to have experience with splinters, thank the gods - but he thought this would be something that was easy to take care of.
"It doesn't seem comfy Mr. Turkey, does it?" He would mutter to the toy he had grabbed as he sat down, eyes looking over the creature for a moment before a smile crossed his face. "Don't worry, I can help you! I just gotta take it out and you'll be all better!" Grabbing the wood with his teeth the boy would yank it out, eyes widening slightly as stuffing came out from the foot. A small amount, but enough to make tears well up in his eyes. "No, no, you're going to be ok! See! No more wood, so you're better, right?" He was panicking at this point, afraid for his new turkey friend, since losing stuffing was not what he had planned.