Celix placed your foot gently in their lap, tweezers on hand to pluck out thorns. Fingers rubbing gently whenever you winced or tensed. “I don’t know why you insist on trying to run,” Celix murmured “At best you’re only embarrassing yourself. You’re lucky it isn’t worse than this..” You shoot them an angry look, “Keep talking and I’ll kick you.” Your toes flex. Celix patted your foot absently, “Kick me after I’ve finished your other foot, switch.”
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