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“O-Ouch!”
Even with ample warning, Aspen never got used to the stinging of alcohol on his cuts. Standing over him with a dark look on her face, Rowan methodically wiped the grime off his injuries before wrapping him in gauze.
“And how many does that make it?”
“The uh… s-sixth time?” he said, trying to make himself look small as he felt by folding his ears back and twiddling with his hands.
“Twenty-seven. Aspen,” she tugs on the gauze tighter than what was strictly necessary, “Thats the twenty-seventh time you’ve gotten hurt in some way after taking up this delivery-whatever job. And in only two months no less!”
The lupo finished wrapping him up with a huff, but she isn’t satisfied. She shifts to pulling on his cheeks in opposite directions.
“I let you do this because I was under the impression that you would just be delivering mail! So how,” spoke the older girl, pulling harder on his cheeks, “how do you keep getting into fights with people on the other side of the plate?!”
“Hey, I’m not hurt that badly…” he tried to protest, but it was like arguing with a brick wall.
“Look at you! You can’t even protect yourself — and don’t even try to argue about using your arts; you look like a plume of hot air on a good day.”
“ahm sowwy Rowan...”
She sighs deeply, ending her rant with the release of his face.
“Seriously Aspen, what am I gonna do with you… Okay, go wash yourself up. Lila’s coming over for dinner today and if you somehow smell worse than her after playing soccer, you’re getting no second servings! Go on, Shoo!”
“O-On it!”