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“Hey, you okay?”

               ❝Master Cabret ?❞

The machine canted her head, observing the youth with what, had she been human, ought to have been a quizzical gaze. She was quick to acknowledge the gash, the bleeding not yet staunched from what feeble attempts were made to clean his face. The sight was trying, trying to elicit an emotional response from her; there was something, a tug deep in the threshold of her circuits, but not quite to avail.

She gradually crouched down to the boy’s level, further inspecting the injury. The cut was haphazard, but appeared to have been made with something of metal. What accident could have caused this ? And were it no accident, what cause did anyone have to strike a child ?

"Whats that ya got there?"

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“And don’t say you’re fine.” (Mockingjay, Suzanne Collins)

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   Hugo was taken aback. Startled, he quickly stammered out,    “B-but I am.” He paused, then added a half-hearted, “Honest.” ~*~

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// I used the first option listed here as inspiration for this starter. I thought maybe he sees Hugo sneaking in on the school and Tadashi ends up saving his ass. Maybe even end up giving Hugo a ‘job’ as his assistant? We’ll see. //

Tadashi finally looked up from his blueprints and was faced with the clock. Ten o’clock... aunt Cass was going to murder him for skipping dinner! He gathered his blueprints so he could work on them at home and stuffed them in his backpack before hurrying off.

When making his way to the door though, his attention got attracted by low and hushed talking. It sound angry. Tadashi looked at the door, contemplating just avoiding trouble, but when a young voice reached his ears, he knew he couldn’t leave anymore.

He made his way to the sound of struggle and gripped the straps of his backpack. Tadashi needed to do something else with his hand, before he would punch that security guard in the face. “Sir!” he flashed a forced smile “Is there a problem here?”

Tadashi eyed the young boy he had gripped roughly and he was surprised to recognise him as the kid he had given a donut at their café not long ago.

   Hugo winced at the question, though he’d been anticipating it and struggling to come up with response for a while now.    Instead of answering, he swallowed thickly, tightened his arms around himself protectively, and croaked,   ”I-I think I need someplace to sleep tonight.”

                                            ’ well, of course, mate, but— ‘ 

                                for some reason, dobby couldn't bring himself to ask                                 what’s happened to hugo a second time. his best                                 friend's turned up bloody and beated to a pulp in the                                 dead of night; that’s enough cause to be concerned,                                 for now. he’d best deal with the more pressing issue                                   of hugo’s wellbeing, first. the mystery of how it came                                 to be endangered would have to wait.