 be curious, not judgmental
Becca wiped her hand off on her robes in disgust, not taking her eyes off Plymouth's face. He appeared to be extremely out of it - like his mind was running eighty-seven places at once. "Just a muffin? That must be it. You need more food. I smuggled some homemade chocolate chip cookies in a safe-sealed container up in my trunk, if you're hungry for something sweet."
His question caught her completely off guard. She expected anything but that to come out of his mouth. "Look at me, Plymouth. I'm a soccer player. I'm as tough as nails!" Not lately. But. She would be for him. "Do I need to punch someone in the face? Did..." Her mouth dropped straight down and her eyes widened. "Did someone hurt you? I'll take 'em DOWN! Gimme a name. I'll go get 'em."
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