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[cognitagonist]

[ Somewhere out in the fieeelllddd there is a little boy with his ankle caught in a fox trap. He's irritably poking at the trap with a stick. ]

(ooc: derpzzz, later)

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[actualrapist]

For God's sake.

[ACTUALLY GOING TO HELP]

[cognitagonist]

. . . I didn't see it there. [ :( ]

[actualrapist]

I'll pry it open, just take your leg out.

[doing so helpfully]

[cognitagonist]

[ grumpily pulls his leg out. ]

[actualrapist]

Don't stand up.

[touching the little boy and checking for injuries :|]

[cognitagonist]

[ is a little twitchy with the touching, but otherwise a healthy, on the small side, preteen. ]

If I had seen it I wouldn't have gotten caught by it.

[actualrapist]

It will bruise.

[offers him a hand up]

[cognitagonist]

[ looks up at Muraki with a very decidedly measuring expression and then takes the hand. ]

I know it will.

[actualrapist]

[pulls him up]

Can you walk?

[cognitagonist]

[ tests the foot and makes a face. ]

I can walk. [ and seems to debate this a while, but then, a bit grudgingly ] Thank you.

[actualrapist]

You're welcome-- ah, if it hurts I can bring you to the hospital.

[cognitagonist]

It doesn't hurt that bad. There weren't traps here before.

[actualrapist]

Before?

[cognitagonist]

. . . and there was a swamp.

[actualrapist]

You don't like the silo?

[cognitagonist]

It's just a silo, and I didn't like the swamp either.