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(From Miło) "I'm too far gone for any surgery to fix me."
Percival shook his head and stroked the boy’s hair off his sweaty forehead. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re going to be fine; I’ll make sure of it.”
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(From Miło) “My t-shirt’s stuck to my sweater isn’t it?”
Percival frowned and turned around. “Um...yes, it is,, young man” He said awkwardly.
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(From Miło) 🤝 - Lowkey hold my muse’s hand
Percival swallowed nervously, and tried to gently brush his fingers against the younger man’s. There was no resistance, and Percival thought he saw the ghost of a smile on the boy’s face, so he dismissed the fear and gently took Miło’s hand.
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It had been nearly a week since Ash had been sent to live with his aunt. It had also been a week since he moved from New Orleans all to New York. He hated it here. While New Orleans was always lively and colorful, New York was dull and boring. Not to mention, Ash didn't really have any idea of the 'normal' magical community so he often would get introuble. Currently Ash sat outside his aunt's office as he tossed a baseball off of the wall across from him and caught it with his other gloved hand.
Credence jammed the headphones deeper into his ears and turned the volume up. His head had been pounding all day, not from pain but from cyclic thoughts and the obscurus grumbling in his stomach, demanding to be let out. Admittedly, Credence had sated it and hovered as the world’s angriest cloud in his room for half an hour.
He shuffled past an office and almost tripped over a kid throwing a baseball against the wall. “Shit, sorry kid” Credence said.
