Fights, whether they be with angry monkeys or angry boys, were all well and good when they were going on. But the afterwards was not quite as fun
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"She's cross at me," Peter said, making a face and sighing. Somehow, and for reasons Peter wasn't quite sure of, it knowing Eostre was angry with him. It was like a bug bite that he couldn't quite reach. "Because I got into a fight."
Jeroen made a face as well. Eostre never got mad for good reasons. "Okay," he said, then leaned in again and pressed a kiss to Peter's bruise, because it's what his mother had done, and it always made things a little better.
His nose wrinkled a bit at the kiss, because they were still rather more delicate than Peter was used to. But he smiled at Jeroen and, sure enough, his bruise felt a little bit better.
"D'you want to come sit up here?" He asked as he pushed some of the books aside. "I was just lookin' at these."
"Okay," Jeroen said, moving to sit down properly beside him, and peering at the books Peter had pushed aside, trying to see if he recognized any of them.
Peter still had the book of fairy tales up on his lap, and he kicked his legs faintly as he flipped through it to show Jeroen.
"This one's about a really big weed. But I don't know what sort it is."
That was because he didn't know his letters but, somehow, he was too ashamed to mention it to Jeroen. Peter would not be able to stand it if the other boy laughed at him.
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"And dis-" Peter pulled his lip out some. "Is a split lip."
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He shook his head slightly. "A little bit. I'm okay though."
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"D'you want to come sit up here?" He asked as he pushed some of the books aside. "I was just lookin' at these."
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"This one's about a really big weed. But I don't know what sort it is."
That was because he didn't know his letters but, somehow, he was too ashamed to mention it to Jeroen. Peter would not be able to stand it if the other boy laughed at him.
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