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Tazenhani · 10-15-2015, 07:55 AM

SPOILER!!: Trooper Browne

He didn't miss the wince, or well, really any of the rather obvious and apparent injuries. "You, Mr. Browne, are quite the wreck."

Hands, face, and goodness knew what else. What would his mother say, what would any of the students mother's or father's say, if they saw what he was putting their kids through. Though, granted, he didn't personally throw them into any walls.

"Here." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a Kleenex or two and passed them over. "And let me see your hands."

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Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ SPOILER!!: Trooper Browne Quote: Originally Posted by Hera He was content with just laying there, ignoring everything and catching his breath. Somehow, now that he had stopped moving, and now that his mission was complete, there was nothing to distract him from the pain he felt all over his body. His hands particularly, and his face. What did he do to his face? The fact that he completed the challenge was in itself an accomplishment, and while he was proud of that fact, he was disappointed in another. He had failed. He wasn't alone. Of course he wasn't alone. But somehow, he felt he should have anticipated that and not left himself so open. Sabel was smiling. Why was he smiling? Zeke shook his head, accepting the man's hand and rising to his feet. He wished he was stronger than this, but he wasn't able to hide his weakness and vulnerability very well, a wince escaping his lips as pressure was put on his hands. "Thanks, I guess," he croaked, suddenly realising that his throat needed clearing. The phlegm that he coughed up was thick and warm, and without thinking, he spit it to the floor. ... Whoops? That wasn't 'disrespectful' was it? He didn't miss the wince, or well, really any of the rather obvious and apparent injuries. "You, Mr. Browne, are quite the wreck." Hands, face, and goodness knew what else. What would his mother say, what would any of the students mother's or father's say, if they saw what he was putting their kids through. Though, granted, he didn't personally throw them into any walls. "Here." Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a Kleenex or two and passed them over. "And let me see your hands." __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.