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"What the heck, dude!" I exclaimed in disbelief, nearly dropping my backpack on the floor.
Dave's face fell in shock when he heard me.
"Dave, you're bleeding." I gasped. I rushed to grab my emergency kit out of my bag. "Here, let me help."
I gestured for him to sit down, and he listened.
"Being a Girl Scout really worked out for you, huh?" Dave smiled.
"I guess so." I laughed, turning my head and sighing once I cleaned up his face. "There."
"I can explain," Dave brushed his hand across his face.
"Really? Can you now?" I leaned back and hugged myself.
"I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie." He muttered.
"Dave, you're wearing a supersuit, holding dual batons, and you look like you were just in a fight. Please tell me what the heck is going on before I have to go cry out of anxiety." I rambled.
Dave panicked when I started to cry.
"Please don't cry!" Dave replied instantly. "Okay, listen. I'm Kick-Ass," Dave added.
I laughed, sniffling. Dave didn't.
"Oh, you're serious? Like, actually serious?" I wiped a tear from my face.
"Yeah, I am," he winced.
"Oh," I replied simply as Dave smiled awkwardly.