[ Beatrice leans forward a little to get a better look at Venus' cheek. The spark in his eye, the shining light that comes with being called pretty--it's impossible not to notice it, especially if she's investigating the cut on his cheek. ]
Mmm. A little. It's not serious, though.
[ The boy is restraining himself, holding something back. Whatever it is, Beatrice finds herself drawn in and intrigued, curious. ]
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Mmm. A little. It's not serious, though.
[ The boy is restraining himself, holding something back. Whatever it is, Beatrice finds herself drawn in and intrigued, curious. ]
You'll survive. You might want a bandage, though.