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"Hold still." The blonde instructed, as he continued to wrap gauze around the other boys hand. "Shit." Eyeball hissed as he jerked his fist away from Aces reach. "Stop moving." Ace said sternly as he grabbed Eyeballs hand. "It hurts." The brunette whined. "Yeah? Then maybe you shouldn't go around punching walls."
Eyeball huffed and tilted his face toward the cieling. "Are you really gonna pout about it?" Ace questioned as he let go of Eyeballs hand. "I am not pouting!" Eyeball exclaimed, crossing his arms over his chest. Ace chuckled, seeing the boy now looked even poutier than before. "Sure."
Eyeball frowned and looked down at Ace, but he couldn't keep a straight face. Both boys burst into a fit of laughter. Ace in his low chuckle, eyeball in his high pitched cackle. Ace would never admit it, but he loved eyeballs laugh. He liked seeing him happy, it made him feel warm inside. He had never really felt that way about anyone else before.
   He didn't quite know how to feel about it, but he was starting to think he liked it.

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