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Maro fell asleep on the stranger's shoulder, and he nuzzled it while muttering a few happy incoherent words. He was very tired at the moment.

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huijata
nightrays-blade
utauxhime
Maro fell asleep on the stranger's shoulder, and he nuzzled it while muttering a few happy incoherent words. He was very tired at the moment.
Maro had been told that an intern was going to shadow over his doctor's appointment. Not that he minded, he thought it would be kind of cool! So he swung his legs up and down as he was seated on the hospital bed. His doctor always took too long.
Maro clutched the small puppy to his chest. He had managed to grab the dog at the last second, and the tiny creature was whimpering. Maro thinks he's hurt, but the blind male can't tell for obvious reasons. It's going to start to rain soon and he doesn't want to be left with a hurt puppy who could get sick because of the rain. He needed to find a vet place and soon, or maybe a shelter that could help. A shelter sounds like a better idea.
Maro was drinking some lemonade, nibbling on his straw as he tried to write out his name on a piece of paper. He was currently seated at a picnic table, huffing when he felt as though he had gone off the line. He was probably writing terribly, considering he couldn't even see the lines or paper.
'uh, hey! does this look okay?' It's literally like, scribbles.
'ouch!'
Maro’s arm retracted in on itself, his other hand grasping it lightly. There was a rather large gash on his arm, going from the wrist upward, about four or five inches. He hadn’t seen the broken fence that he was walking back, the metal sticking out ready to hurt anyone nearby.
He didn’t realize he was slightly bleeding, face wincing at how it stung.
’you want to build a sandcastle with me?’
Maro was seated in the sandbox, hands currently filled with piles of sand. The castle he was making was not a castle at all, it was just a small pile of sand at the moment. But he was trying his darn best!
Begins to shovel down as much of the pudding he has. Maro then begins to choke because it's too much chocolate pudding for one simple man to handle. Please save this boy.