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the way in which this man spoke about his daughter and the way his face instantaneously lit up, the continued smile on her lips became almost everlasting. at least for the time being while in his presence aiding to his brawler injury. ‘ i definitely know what that’s like. been there and done that, ’ the blonde replied in regards to how teenage girls act at least a decade older than they actually are. ‘ i thought i was ready for the world around that age. i couldn’t have been more wrong. i’m still not nearly as ready, ’ her vision lowers and she’s watching the movement of her wiggling toes within her white sneakers. as her words play over in her head her toes press into the ground, flexing hard stretches. at sixteen auora had her life planned far too in advance for someone still learning about the ins and outs of the world before her. she knew what her career would be, where she would live, the color of her home’s front door. what she didn’t have a clue about, however, was that that dream would come to a miniature halt when she became with child as she was only a child herself.
the nurse is coming out of her own inner thought and comparison to his daughter as he continues to rave about the teenager. he says she’s lucky but auora can already tell that his child is the lucky one. the way he speaks about her and how the way he speaks the words signifies that this man is serious about the love he has for his child. ‘ i don’t know you much but i’d say she’s pretty lucky to have you has her father. ’ his hand remained in between her fingers, gauze pad stained with spotted crimson now on his work trailers’ counter. talking usually calmed herself down while tending to stitch up patients, still, even after doing it for so long. it made the moment more…natural to say the least. it took the edge off while having to stick someone else’s skin with a sewing needle. ‘ no kids. ’ there’s a fib. the first one of their run-in. the needle running through his jagged flesh, tug and pull along the length of his wound before it was time to snip the stitch and close it up.
‘ i guess you could say my job is my kid. it gets all my attention. ’ eyes look up to his face after the wound is completely shut and glowing bright red. ‘ you’re going to need to clean this every few hours. but you probably know the routine, i’m sure. ’ rory’s demeanor a little more hard in the features of her face as the subject of conversation hit directly in the center of her gut yet he would never know that. ‘ my job here is done, uh -mr…? ’ damnit ! had they exchanged names in the beginning? she couldn’t recall. ‘ mr. danger, wasn’t it ? ’ she teased, trying to cause her spirits to uplift and not make this end on a sad awkward note.
⫸ Her comment about Bianca being lucky, couldn’t help but make the stuntman beam with pride. ‘ I just try to do right by her, that’s all, ’ he shook his head, knowing that he couldn’t give much in this world, but love, well his little one had all of that and then some. The blonde didn’t have to make the comment or try and flatter him in anyway, but he knew that this wasn’t her trying to fan his ass or anything like that. This young woman was genuine, and he had a good eye for people and their motives, he could tell she was sincere. ⫸ ‘ Ah that’s alright, ’ he continued to smile at her, a soft smile, as if he was tired, ‘ you’re young yet. ’ He hadn’t expected to swap stories about children, he had already figured she wasn’t a mom; too timid to even keep solid eye contact, let alone scold a child. Cliff reckoned she had a deeper story, ( most usually did ) one that he wasn’t opposed to learning, and yet he figured he’d have to go, assumed she wasn’t up for divulging her life to a mere stranger. He understood that, that being something that you had to earn with the older man: Trust. ⫸ ‘ Yes, ma’am, ’ he nodded, ‘ will do. ’ He knew the drill when it pertained to keeping wounds clean, but he appreciated the concern. Cliff let out a chuckle at the name she had chosen, another shake to his shaggy hair as he finally tossed the dress shirt onto the trailer’s couch. ‘ Mr. Danger, ’ he noted, snagging his t-shirt and tugging it over his head, ‘ that’s not bad at all, Doc. Fitting I’d say. ’ Reaching for the jeans slung on the chair, he made eye contact once again with bright, devastating blue. ‘ Cliff, ’ he corrected, ‘ Cliff Boo.th. ’ He extended one hand while the other gripped solid denim, ‘ it’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. Officially I mean. ’ He grinned, ‘ And who might you be. Officially. ’
