Bruises (6)

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Caprice didn't dare move his left shoulder. He didn't dare touch the giant bruise that peeked over the blanket Em had draped over him. He would rather lose his entire arm than have to deal with this every day.

"Hey, Ash." Speak of the devil. "Indian or Chinese?"

"Chinese." Caprice's voice was strong. A little too strong to someone that had taken him in. "Please," he added.

"How's the arm?" The magician asked as he put on his jacket.

"It's doing all right."

"Still can't move it?"

"Yeah."

"If you weren't sitting in one spot all day, I wouldn't have to shower with you every night."

"You're not that upset, Emilio." Ash teased and Emilio's ears went red.

"Remember I'm your villain and this is my room."

"Yeah, yeah."

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