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  • (*gulps* Oooh... You're right >.< )
    Rick continued dabbing gently at Tiffany's knee.

    "No, it was my fault," he said, "I've just... had a lot on my mind lately..."
    (*brushes your hair out of your eyes* What hurts the most, hm?)

    Rick flinched a bit at getting yelled at and dabbed Tiffany's knee with the towel.

    "Sorry, sorry," he said, looking down as he did so.
    (Aww... *hugs* I'll do my best to help you get your mind off of it...)

    Rick hesitantly grabbed the wet towels from Lola. He wasn't sure whether to clean up spilled disinfectant or dab at Tiffany's wound with them. He just turned back and looked at Tiffany, hoping he didn't look as clueless as he felt.
    Rick gritted his teeth as Tiffany dug her nails into his shoulder, but he didn't move. He just squinted his eyes and took it. He gently stroked Tiffany's hand with his thumb in an attempt to help her calm down.
    Rick rubbed his neck akwardly, kneeling down in front of Tiffany. He laughed a bit.

    "I'll... do my best..." He soaked a cotton ball in the disinfectand and slowly inched it toward Tiffany's knee.
    (Sweet!)
    Rick stepped in akwardly, keeping his hands in his pockets. The park? Now? He walked over to the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a cotton ball.
    Yeah, I'm feeling great ;) No need to worry...

    I'll... start.

    They finally arrived at Tiffany's door. He stepped aside so she could open it. After all, she was the one with the key.
    Rick smiled, squeezing Tiffany's hand gently.

    "I wouldn't let you." He lead the two of them out the door and started walking to Tiffany's house, hoping she wouldn't notice his hurriedness.
    Rick rubbed his cheeks, as he often did when he was a bit nervous. The only thing on his mind was the tiara Tiffany wanted. He knew he couldn't get it until he was alone.

    "Are you sure your leg is feeling okay? I can take you home if you want me to..."
    Thanks ;)

    Rick could tell by the akward looks Tiffany was giving him that she was ready to leave. He fumbled around in his pocket and pulled out enough money to pay for the drinks and offer a large tip.

    "So, where to now?" he asked before downing the rest of his iced tea.
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