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Vinegar Tom In a move that he would always look back on with embarassment, Chaucer grabbed onto Damien and looked deep into his eyes, full of fear and confusion.
He mouthed silently: HELP
The girl was pretty and seemed nice in the beginning, but all of these emotional outbursts were alarming and, what's more, were not in any of his books. How was he supposed to react? The answer: he wasn't, others were.
Damien was a fine 'other'.
Damien blinked in confusion as Chaucer grabed his robe and mouthed 'help'. Looking around he couldn't see what the boy needed help with. No wait...he couldn't possibly mean the girls could he? This was Chaucer after all, he never lost his nerve, but he did look slightly afraid. Might as well give him a hand.
He smiled back at Chaucer, this was very amusing.
"You've got quite the group here, mind if I join?" he asked.