Need more than a kiss for this boo-boo

[lilsilverrascal]

[Why, little Silver is roaming about yet again! What is he doing?

Stealing your stuff.

You may be missing a shirt, or have a strip torn off of your blanket or cape, but whatever the case, you'll find Silver trying to tie up a small gash on his arm with it.

Punish him or give him a real bandage?]

Comments

[cozamalotl]

WHERE THE FUCK IS MY PONCHO

[Indeed, Coza is poncho-less..]

[lilsilverrascal]

[UH. SORRY. LITTLE SILVER HERE TORE A STRIP OFF AND IS TYING IT ON HIS ARM.

EXCEPT NOW HE'S FROZEN IN PLACE.]

[cozamalotl]

...

[Okay Coza calm down, it's only your favourite poncho]

...Hello, Silver.

[Forced smile!]

[lilsilverrascal]

C-coza...

[cozamalotl]

[Mental seething!]

Whatcha doin' there, buddy?

[lilsilverrascal]

..............

[Yeah no he's too scared to respond. Or notice that he's bleeding through the poncho strip.]

[cozamalotl]

[So of course once he sees the blood, that's the anger gone. Entering mother mode.]

Aw, hey, you're bleedin'... How'd ya do that?

[lilsilverrascal]

...I fell on a sharp rock...

[cozamalotl]

What, really? Did the rock jump right out atcha or somethin'?

[lilsilverrascal]

I was snatching eggs for sneasel and fell outta the tree...

[cozamalotl]

And onto a rock?

[lilsilverrascal]

And the sand pulled all my skin off...

[Well not exactly but as he unravels the cut it is in fact scraped pretty brutally.]

[cozamalotl]

Tsk. Poor thing. C'mon, give me your arm. I'll fix ya right up~

[lilsilverrascal]

You're not mad at me?

[cozamalotl]

Naahh. S'just a really nice, fleece-lined, one-of-a-kind poncho.

[Holds out his hand.]

[lilsilverrascal]

I'm sorry...

[He wanders over, holding out his arm.]