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guess i'm doing fine,
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i'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
ooc|| sorry, short! D:
What was he getting himself into? The laugh set him on edge. He watched Samer seriously, uneasily, but his words were at least reassuring. Giggle was starting to doubt his own survival skills. At the same time, the coyote desperately needed to have his arm fixed. If it wasn't attended to, he would end up as a gimp, and useless. Useless to his clan, useless to anyone... that was worse than the idea that this stranger might trick him and make him worse. The benefits outweighed the risks, and so he would suck it up. He looked at the bottle as the husky spoke again. 'Fine.' His voice was clipped. Gig wanted to get this over with, and get this over with fast. His unease had finally slowed his incessant need to talk. 'Lead the way.'
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