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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/11/2016 2:03:29 AM
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"Thanks!"
*Sketch gently reaches down, lightly petting him between his ears.*
"Wow... You really are! Anyways we should get to the Dojo now... We need to treat that wound..."
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Thanks again for carrying me. *has been trying to ignore my leg*
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"No problem. You aren't that heavy either which just makes you easier to carry." *He turns around, pressing his back against a door and pushing it open. Once he gets in he turns around and it seems like you're in a small, clean operating room.* "This place doesn't need to be big... A lot of people have their own infirmaries in space ships and stuff." *Sketch sets him down on the bed in the middle and steps back, looking for bandages.* "Okay... I'm no doctor... But bullet wounds are somewhat simple... Did the bullet pass straight through and how long have you had the wound?"
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Ive had it for close to a month. I had to dig it out with an icicle. And i cant get infections, something i leaned on my own.
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"Oh, well that's good... You should get better bandages though..." *Sketch comes back with some gauze and takes the bandage off of his leg. Sketch wraps the gauze around his leg over some extra padding over the open wound.*
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*winces as the wound slightly opened when you took off the bandage*
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*He finishes rapping it around his leg.* "There. It should probably heal faster now that it has a new, clean bandage..."
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Thanks again. And one more thing, i didnt catch your name.
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"Oh! Sorry! I'm Sketch! What's yours?"
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Im Quincy, Quincy Frost.
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"Well, it's very nice to meet you Quincy." *Sketch holds out a hand for him to shake.*
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*shakes his hand* Its good to meet you too.
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"So... Do you need an apartment?"
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Probably... i dont suppose you have any cardboard boxes, large pillows, and blankets?
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"Wait, what?"
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I dont remember too many happy things, but ive always loved cardboard boxes for some reason. I can shift to a feral physical form of myself so ill fit in the box, and the pillow is because the ground is hard. And i like wrapping myself in blankets.
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"Well... Um... I live in a cardboard box actually..."
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What're the odds! So do you have extra?
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"Well... It's more like a mansion on the inside..."
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cool! I prefer normal boxes though, no offense meant
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"Well, we still have some normal boxes. I was just wondering if you'd like to sleep on our couch instead."
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That would definitely be an upgrade. *thinks for a sec* Yeah, i think i will. Thanks.
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"Okay, then let's go." *He opens the door for Quincy.*
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*looks for a crutch*
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"Oh, here." *Sketch hands him the makeshift crutch.*
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Thanks. *takes the crutch* * tries using the crutch* Heh. its still holding. *applies pressure on it and it breaks* *thus, i faceplant* Ow. Guess im crawling.
