[the nxt day, Brad had slowly stirred, looking ard his surroundings, then slowly got up frm his bed n walked painfully towards the food court, where Wander n the gang were having breakfast]
Wander: [gasped] Brad! Ur awake! [rushed to him]
Peepers: |-( About time...
Brad: [scratched his head] Where am I...? And uh... [looked at Wander] Do I knw u?
Wander: Its me, Wander, ur best buddy! U tricked us into saving a princess, remember? Sylvia and I [gestured to Sylvia] went with u
Brad: [stared at him, genuinely confused] Huh...?
Sylvia: .3. looks like a case of amnesia, buddy.
Wander: Amnesia? U mean he doesnt remember who we are? Brad, do u knw ur name? Brad Starlight, tht's ur name
Brad: Th...Tht's my name? [was in a blur]
Peepers: -_- Yup he's got it bad.
Wander: Oh u poor thing. U better go lie dwn, ur still badly injured. Peepers, get him some breakfast, won't u?
Peepers: O_O Me?? Why me?
Wander: Coz Sylvia n I are gonna help change his bandages n Hatey has a ship to run. C'mon, Brad, lets go to ur room
Brad: [nodded as he let Wander n Sylvia lead them]
Peepers: ... -_- Great, just great.
Wander: [helped Brad to change the bandages once in his room] Pass me the meds, Syl
Sylvia: (does so) Peepers doesn't seem very happy about this >.>
Wander: I knw, I dont get why is he so snippy abt it. They've nvr evn met
Sylvia: must've heard stuff about him from Hater.
Wander: [giggled] Probably. Bt I think Brad could've been BFFs with Hatey if he tried. They got along so well during our hide-and-seek game
Brad: [just listened to evrything without a word, wasnt sure wat's gonig on, still trying to process wat happened to him]
Sylvia: >.> Right, the whole hide and seek thing...
Wander: [giggled] There, all done. Anything else u want, Brad?
Brad: Umm, not reli. Just a little hungry...
Peepers: you rang? (has small plate of food)
Wander: Speak of the devil. Alright, we'll leave u to it then! [takes Sylvia's hand n quickly left the room]
Peepers: (rolls eye) Anyways... (comes up to beside, pulling up stool and sitting on it to spoon feed Brad)
Brad: [blinked] I can feed myself, u knw [bt allows him to feed him anyways]
Peepers: -.- just eat. (feeding him)
Brad: [ate] Thanks, little eyeball
Peepers: >_< mm...
Brad: [ate some more] U knw...Ur cute, for a weird little eyeball
Peepers: o////o beg your PARDON???
Brad: U heard me. I think ur cute
Peepers:... -__- just eat
Brad: [smiled charmingly at him before continued being spoonfed]
Peepers: -///- (it's just the amnesia talking, Peepers)
Brad: [finished his food] Thanks, little eyeball
Peepers: mhm.
Brad: Got a name for tht cute face of urs?
Peepers:... Peepers.
Brad: Peepers. [smiled charmingly again] Cute. Peepers. Peeps. Can I call u Peeps?
Peepers: -_-... whatever.
Brad: [reach forward to stroke Peepers' cheek for a moment, then yawned went to sleep, still tired frm his injuries]
Peepers: o.o ... o_o
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