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William has had two baths and is currently smelling vaguely of cedarwood, cloves and eucalyptus, he thinks he finally got all of the sap off of him. Under his shirt, he has bandages for the worst of the splinters but he's mainly unhurt.
After the Australian adventure, he feels that a rest is in order so he has a root beer float and a stack of books about a boy named Peter Jenkins, which are fun. He knows he'll never get to live in a boarding school with ghosts and mysteries but he likes reading about them.
As he came down early enough, he's sprawled over one of the comfortable couches with his boots near the fire and no inclination to move.
After the Australian adventure, he feels that a rest is in order so he has a root beer float and a stack of books about a boy named Peter Jenkins, which are fun. He knows he'll never get to live in a boarding school with ghosts and mysteries but he likes reading about them.
As he came down early enough, he's sprawled over one of the comfortable couches with his boots near the fire and no inclination to move.
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"Still so easy to surprise." She points out, nudging him with her foot.
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"I'm not fixing the splinters." She huffs, watching him through slanted eyes. Dying brother, yes. Splinters from stupid exploding trees?
Nyet.
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Honestly considering the tree exploded, he's not that hurt. He'll be having some horrible dreams for a while but he's used to those.
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Instead he gives her a smile as he'd like her not to scowl at him again, "You hungry?"
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"Always, silly boy. But you can admit it, you needn't use me as an excuse to have pelmeni.". She teases, her former scowls forgotten.
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