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[half-rest.livejournal.com]

[Well, he's crying...that much is clear.  Examine further and you'll see that the poor thing is hugging his little knee, sniffling and hiccuping away.  He doesn't say anything for a long time, but eventually he lets out a feeble:]

O-o-ow...

[Kiss it better? :(]

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[waterprincessix.livejournal.com]

[Uh oh, mommy-figure got pinged!]

Demyx what happened?

[half-rest.livejournal.com]

Mama--, I m-mean...

[Have a sob as he flings himself at you.]

EMMY!!!

[waterprincessix.livejournal.com]

[Emmy catches him and hugs him tight.]

Shh I'm here, what's wrong?

[half-rest.livejournal.com]

I scwape m-m-my...

[HUGE inhale.]

M-m-my kn-kneeeeeee...

[waterprincessix.livejournal.com]

[Emmy winces internally as she cradles him in her lap and pulls a paper towel out of her cloak pocket.]

Come on lets get that cleaned up, I know where there's a first aid kit, okay?

[She carefully hefts him up and takes him to the room she remembers seeing the first aid kit.]

[half-rest.livejournal.com]

[Sniffle-hic-nod.]

[waterprincessix.livejournal.com]

[Once they reach the room, Emmy sets Demyx on the table and wipes his tears away with the paper towel before she goes to get the first aid kit and opens it, taking out some painless antibiotic cream and a bandaid. Looks like this first aid kit was made with little kids in mind.]

All right, ready?

[half-rest.livejournal.com]

It's gonna sting!

[It always stings...right?]

[waterprincessix.livejournal.com]

Well here, hold on to my sleeve and squeeze really hard if it does okay?

[She dips a small cloth into the antibiotic before offering him her cloak sleeve to hang on to, then carefully starts dabbing the cream over the scrape.]

[half-rest.livejournal.com]

[He whimpers, but clings to her anyway, scrunching up every muscle in his little face and holding on tight until all it's all over.]

H-hey...

That didn't huwt vewy much...

[waterprincessix.livejournal.com]

[Emmy smiles and puts the bandaid over the scrape and gives him a kiss on the forehead.]

No it didn't.

[She picks him up and hugs him.]

So what do you want to do now?

[mizu-melody.livejournal.com]

[Whenever he spots a child in pain his bigbrother intincts are majorly pinged. He's coming over right away to check on you, kneeling down in front of you.]

Hey there, little guy. Are you okay?

[half-rest.livejournal.com]

[Snifflehic...and then a cring. He's never met you before...therefore you are new, and therefore...scary.]

[mizu-melody.livejournal.com]

[Awww. ;__; Demyx wasn't trying to scare the poor kid. But he can tell that's what he's gone and done. He gives a friendly smile and puts his hands up in front of himself--sort of like a position of surrender.] I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. My name's Demyx. What's yours? [Introduce himself and see if that calms the little guy down before he tries to help him out.]

[half-rest.livejournal.com]

[Still cringing...but that name...

[Congratulations. You've distracted him thoroughly, for he will now peep his little head up at you and ask:]

Demyx?

[Gasp.]

Hey! Dass my name!

[mizu-melody.livejournal.com]

[Ohhh... closer look and... well now. Whattaya know. It's a mini Demyx.]

Really? That's kinda cool. How old are you, Demyx?

[half-rest.livejournal.com]

[Sniffle.]

Uhm...five...uhm...

[Holds up fingers, just to make sure it's clear.]

[mizu-melody.livejournal.com]

Well, Demyx, I see you hurt your knee. You want me to get a bandaid for it? [And get it cleaned up, of course, but some kids might not like that part so much.]