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*trying to tie a bandage* Fuck!

...Hey, kid. Do, um, you want some help?

*looks up at him briefly* Yeah. Can you tie this off for me? It's a bitch to do with one hand.

*proceeds to do so* Use your teeth. You'll have something to bite into, and it's easier to do than with just one hand. It'll get it tighter, too.

...There. Good as new. Sorta. This sort of thing happen often?

*looks down at it* Thanks.

*shrugs a bit* The cuts, not so much. More used to bruises and fractures.

Yeah. I get that. Bruises, it's just aspirin and ice. Fractures are harder. A lot harder. Kinda thing a kid like you shouldn't be getting unless you're taking a pretty good spill off a skateboard or something.

What about several marshal arts classes since I was 10?

If the classes are giving you fractures? It doesn't sound like the safest facility to learn in.

...And how do you get cut in a martial arts class?

It's not all the time. I think it's only happened 3 or 4 times in the course of nine years. It kind of happens when someone overestimates their power or you get a bit carried away.

...Actually, that wasn't in class.

Dare I ask where that's from, then? Just a stupid accident?

*decides to fudge the truth just a little bit* Had a run in with a thug on the way back from the gym. Managed to overpower him and get away, but I still got clipped.

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