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Kryss let out a muffled yelp of surprise as the hoodie hit him. "Mmpph!" It sounded very faintly like a swear word, which would, bluntly, not be surprising at all. He swung his legs over the side of the cot with a slight wince before pulling on his hoodie. He zipped the hoodie up and put the hood up. A moment later, he realized he didn't need the hood and pushed it back down. "Pfft- This is a flesh wound. I'm gonna go to sleep tonight and wake up tomorrow and i'll be just fine." he said, casually. He stood, having to lean back against the cot. "If i missed my calculus test, my dad will start a bloody skufuffle." he said, british slang slipping into his speech. He looked over, grinning at her. "Thanks for staying, though." he laughed weakly, breathing kind of hurt.