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"Fucking disaster. " DC groans, picking Florida up from where he's unconscious on the sidewalk, "Jesus Christ, how does anyone let you out of their sight? Stop picking fights you aren't ready for." 

"I can take you-" Florida tries lifting his head, wincing when the light hits his eyes. 

He leans more into DC's chest, grabbing the cloth of his outfit and squeezing his eyes shut. 

"This doesn't mean anything." Florida's voice is muffled, "'M still gonna kick your ass tomorrow."

"I'm sure." DC replies teasingly. If he held onto Florida just a little bit tighter, neither commented on it. 

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