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Celandine beamed up at Copernicus when she heard his voice and whipped her head around to find the source. She shuffled over on her knees, wrapped her arms around Cope's legs in a fierce hug and gave him a little smile before shuffling back over to Willie's side and sitting crosslegged by the littlest Crocker.
Cela reached out her hand and gently brushed her fingers against Willie's shoulder, her eyes all wide and concerned. "What happened to your shoes?" Cela hadn't even thought to comment on it because not wearing shoes was sometimes like a lifestyle choice. And why no answer to the stinky?
Willie was aware of a boy not to far from him, tensing slightly and hoping that he didn't own one of the things he had stoken. He wasn't really up to getting his shoulder hurt again. He watched Cela as she moved over to the boy, hugged his legs and come back to him. So it was someone she knew? Willie felt relief rushing through him.
He looked up at Cela, his eyes wide and unblinking. The brush of her finger against his shoulder didn't hurt, so that must be that it was getting better. Maybe he could actually lie down on his back. Slowly, he began to shift his weight until he was lying face up, a sigh falling from his lips.
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Oh.
Wrinkling her nose, Daphne tried not to point out to William just how stinky he was, although Celandine had already gotten to that anyways. Glancing down at the boy's shoeless feet, the blond tutted. "Honestly, what happened to your shoes?"
And why did he reek of vomit? And not baby vomit which was less stinky but all the same still stinky.
Then Copernicus joined them and Daphne blinked up at him briefly before mumbling a greeting, quickly turning to Garret. "Can you sit, up, Willie?"
Both girls had asked the question and Willie sighed once more. He placed his hand on his forehead and then slipped it down from there, rubbing his face. "Litt'e kid threw up on them," he told them, his gaze shifting from Cela to Daphne. "I 'ave no otha pair, so I'll be washin' me shoeth when we get back. No worrieth." He assured them with a soft smile.
Once Daphne asked if he could sit up, Willie nodded, shut his eyes, took a deep breath and pushed himself up in a seating position. His face slightly cringed as his shoulder throbbed. There was going to be quite a bruise on it in the morning.
Sigh.