"Are you hurt?"
“Uh... Oops, sorry,” Chip smiled abashedly, looking up at Lumiere. The boy had run straight into Lumiere while running down the hall, then fell backwards and hit his head on a table. Chip was quite the clumsy little fellow when he was running about. “I’m fine. My head kinda hurts, but it’ll be ok. Sorry for running into you, Lumiere.”







