'What wasthat?' Allen thought to himself as a rather audible groan was heard, getting him startled by a tad. He blinked, turning around in all directions to look for the source of the groan, only to spot a certain miss under a shelter, apparently keeping herself away from the rain.
Well, duh. Why didn't he saw that place in the first place? Allen mentally slapped his face for his short sightedness. He would've saved a lot more chances of getting a cold if he hadn't known there was a place for him to stay under---to keep him self dry. Maybe being in this world was affecting the way he thinks... or maybe he was too frightened to think anything else by the day he leaves this place.
With a last mental slap, he mustered a smile at the girl, whom only glanced at him briefly. He didn't notice her bleeding until he saw the blood-stained bandages, and his smile quickly faded into a worried expression as he rushes to her side in attempt of assisting her.
"Miss, are you okay?!" Allen merely panicked as if the girl was laying there, dying, which she was obviously not. He only assumed that she was beyond hurt, since he saw blood and bandages (and heard groans of pain), and that was enough for him to believe that this girl was in pain, and he was the only one there to help her.
He took his leather coat off, relying on his inside shirt to help her, ripping it apart into shreds to bandage the wound. "Don't worry, you'll be fine," he soothed her idly, not even having the slightest idea of what was going on. But oh well. There is a pretty girl sitting there in front of him, bleeding, and in (seemingly) great pain. What is a boy to do?
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'What wasthat?' Allen thought to himself as a rather audible groan was heard, getting him startled by a tad. He blinked, turning around in all directions to look for the source of the groan, only to spot a certain miss under a shelter, apparently keeping herself away from the rain.
Well, duh. Why didn't he saw that place in the first place? Allen mentally slapped his face for his short sightedness. He would've saved a lot more chances of getting a cold if he hadn't known there was a place for him to stay under---to keep him self dry. Maybe being in this world was affecting the way he thinks... or maybe he was too frightened to think anything else by the day he leaves this place.
With a last mental slap, he mustered a smile at the girl, whom only glanced at him briefly. He didn't notice her bleeding until he saw the blood-stained bandages, and his smile quickly faded into a worried expression as he rushes to her side in attempt of assisting her.
"Miss, are you okay?!" Allen merely panicked as if the girl was laying there, dying, which she was obviously not. He only assumed that she was beyond hurt, since he saw blood and bandages (and heard groans of pain), and that was enough for him to believe that this girl was in pain, and he was the only one there to help her.
He took his leather coat off, relying on his inside shirt to help her, ripping it apart into shreds to bandage the wound. "Don't worry, you'll be fine," he soothed her idly, not even having the slightest idea of what was going on. But oh well. There is a pretty girl sitting there in front of him, bleeding, and in (seemingly) great pain. What is a boy to do?