Silvertip Mountain Old Stylo

sadness-ness-ness-ness.

Copper winced, with slight awkwardness, and pain, when she kissed his arm. This girl needed to make up her mind. Oh well. she helped him, and even if she raked her teeth across his cut, it still was help, and he took it.
"Thanks." Copper said, with genuine gratitude. The way he said thanks, was more of a squeak, though. Getting teeth scraped through your cut was something he didn't do often.
"did you kiss it all better?" Copper asked, with a voice you would use with a baby. all things aside, he was put in a pit of many emotions. One of them was the slightest attraction.