 Help us we're a bunch of letters stuck in this box !!
"Why thank you, thank you very much," Tino murmured nervously, brushing his hair behind his ear and wondering if being 'pretty' would get him beat up in the locker rooms. "I think you should stop writing compliments to Mister Borr and go to the hospital wing. Your face is kinda white."
Last time he'd seen a face that white, the face had promptly thrown up on him. Not unlike the class they had just experienced. "Here, lemme help you guys up to the med floor." He paused, remembering a certain other incident where he'd been attempting to be helpful. . . mm. Ouch?
Putting up both hands, Tino added, "I won't touch you with my wand, or my hands, if you don't want, promise! I'll just--er, escort you." And to prove it, he scooted way around both girls, hands still in the air, and opened the door for them.
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His glass is half-empty. And it's not what he ordered. |