*watching from behind a crate. this *totally* isn't stalking*

*is humming a tune he heard the pirates singing*

*keeps watching*

*feels someone is watching and turns around but sees noone*

*hides behind the crate, face red*

*shrugs her shoulders and continues to sweep*

*peeks back out from behind the crate, scrubbing at ... something. He isn't sure what, he hasn't been paying attention*

*hears it* "Somebody there?"

*squeaks and tries to hide again*

*hears it* "Are you playing a game?"

*looks out hesitantly, inadvertadly using the stare of death* "ahh... no I.. I'm just doing my chores!"

"What are you cleanin' back there?"

"...stuff"

"Need help?"

*flails a bit* "No no I'm fine!"

*frowns a bit* "Okay.."

*flails more at the sad face* "B... but if you want to help you can!"

*squeals happily brightening* "What are we cleaning?

*looks down* "...the floor."

"Okay, do you have another rag?"

*starts digging for one and passes it to her. That may have been his brother's shirt at one time. Don't ask why he has it*

"Grazie!" *takes it and clumisly leans over to begin scrubbing except she topples over*

*tries to catch her* "Are you alright?!"

*wibbles some rubbing knee*

her

*checks her over for any other injuries* "D...does it hurt a lot?"

*wibbles more and sniffles, with a nod*

"I'll go find ice for it then! And make it better!"

*sniffles* "Grazie.."

"No problem!" *sits her down so he can find the ice*

((lets pick one plurk on this hurt knee plot))

that's what i was thinking))