Kid

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Kid's mouth was throbbing as she laid basically on her side on Neon's bed. Her mouth was numb from some odd cream, but it was still sore. Neon laughed when he saw her, her mouth was dripping and loose on her face, like she was made of wax and stood too close to a candle.

Kid didn't like the anaesthetic. Goldie had to pin her down for the needle to get stuck in her arm. She was terrified she wasn't going to wake up.

When she did she felt like crying, and almost did.

Neon was looking at his shield Nicky had taken from him a few days ago. It was actually mended and folded in much easier than before.

"Gotta give it to Nicky, he's pretty good with gadgets," he stated.

Kid simply groaned.

"Oh calm down Drippy, just because you're in a bad mood doesn't mean you can't try and be perky," Neon attempted very bluntly. Kid painfully rolled over and glared at him. He smirked as he tossed his shield to the ground. He had managed to personalise his room a little bit. Mainly with what he had in his bag; whatever weapons he had was on the desk, his coat on the back of the chair and his other gadgets scattered on the ground. It wasn't much, but it was a start, certainly more than Kid, who only had one other outfit, courtesy of Charms, and those odd Fire-Folk still in the jar.

Kid groaned painfully again as she rolled on her back. Neon rolled his eyes as he polished his goggles, "the Professor said you're going to be in pain for a couple of days," Neon explained, "bruising will start setting in tomorrow."

Kid groaned in annoyance as she grabbed a pillow and pressed it against her face. For a couple of moments, it wasn't very painful, but the pain managed to fight its way through the relief and appear again.

Neon was getting annoyed by her painful grunts, "just go occupy yourself," he informed, "take your mind off the pain."

Kid took the pillow off her face and shrugged, that wasn't a horrible idea. She sat up and attempted to ask for a pair of scissors. Neon raised an eye brow, "like they were going to give a thief a pair of scissors," he said.

Kid frowned as she slid herself off the bed and simply looked around his room for something sharp. She held up the knife on his desk and raised an eye brow as she turned back to him. They won't let you have a pair of scissors, but they'll let you have a knife? She mused as she waved it around a bit.

Neon smirked, "you use that and I will cut you with it," he threatened smoothly.

Kid dropped it back on the desk and pulled on his pant legs.

He looked at her, "what?"

She pulled against him again in an attempt to make him stand up.

"Kid, I'm not moving," he informed as he fixed one of the goggle lenses. Kid frowned as she crawled back on the bed and snatched the goggles out of his hands. She was kneeling on his legs and folded her arms over the goggles so he couldn't use it. Kid frowned at Neon and hoped he would come with her. He rolled his eyes as he poked her in the cheek. She yelped in pain like a little puppy, dropping the goggles as she did so. He pat her gently on the head, "good girl," with that he went back to fixing his goggles.

Kid whined where she kneeled.

Neon looked at her, "I'm going to start treating you like a dog at this rate, Kid," he informed.

Kid growled, mimicking a dog lazily.

He smiled, "really?"

She barked.

He was growing annoyed, "Kid, go do something other than bothering me."

She shook her head and tugged on his sleeve. She had never seen him without his coat on; she didn't know he wore a navy blue long sleeve sweater underneath. It was a very thin sweater.