"Maybe," he scoffed like a child endlessly rummaging through the kit until he had the right stuff. He read over the label and then spritzed the bloody area. "Oh," when she reminded him of her shirt he climbed onto the couch and pulled it over her head, looking to be sure there were no more scratches for him to fix. He spritzed the cleaner again and wiped away the blood.
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Date: 2012-11-17 04:44 pm (UTC)