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*using a crutch*

Not racing again...

What did you do?

*laughs*

I raced someone- and fell.

Who were you racin'?

An old friend of mine- he stopped and we started talking about who ran faster... He is at the moment.. but I'll heal up.

*soft sigh* You've gotta stop gettin' hurt.

*grins*

I will eventualy. I was just being really stupid.

Oh. Well, now y'can't leave, right? *not that he cares, of course not, not a bit*

*grins and ruffles his hair*

Not for a while... I don't even know if I'll be able to work much...

*scowls and covers his head with both arms*

Okay. *visibly relieved* I can work for you?

*laughs again*

Sorry kid.

*pauses, thinking*

Well- not when I'm on the job-job.. but you can definitly take some pictures with me... that'd be fine.

*smooths his hair, attempting to look dignified*

Why not on the job-job?

'Cause when I'm on the job-job.. I run a lot. Also I work all night- and your a growing kid- you need to sleep...

But we can get some lighter images together if you want, during the day time and all that.

Ohhh...why d'you run? And I don't need sleep THAT badly..

...can we really? You don't have better things to do?

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