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Kerrbox hated this. He could have patched himself up but oh no, Hoppo insisted on helping and making sure it was done right. Hoppo was muttering on about getting infections and what not, while Kerrbox gritted his teeth, the scrapes on his leg getting cleaned properly, arms aching with bruises probably forming from his tumble.
“It’s not even that bad” Kerrbox protested, pulling his leg away.
Hoppo’s firm hand grabbed his ankle and steadied the leg “I don’t care. I’m patching you up whether you like it or not.” The cuts weren’t that bad, minimal cleaning and dressing.
“And when I finish patching you up, I swear to god, I’m gonna kick your ass for making me worry about you” Hoppo smirked at his mate, cracking a joke in an attempt to lift the tension. He dabbed the wounds again, making Kerrbox squirm.
“Go kick the rocks at Ben Bucklers, they did this, or kick the bloody tourist I had to go save from there” Kerrbox retaliated, but he knew Hoppo meant well.
Hoppo chuckled but underneath his calm exterior, he couldn’t shake the thought of seeing Kerrbox go down hard on the rocks.