‘Ow!’ You were pricked by the object you choose. It was a bull’s horn. You looked at it oddly.
“Are you alright?” A worried D.O. quickly rushed to your side. “I guess that wasn’t the best idea.” He tried to laugh it off.
You looked at him confused then at the horn. “This is yours, isn’t?” You matched the pieces together.
He nodded, “Yea sorry about that.” He replied examining your hand in case there was an injury.
You quickly pulled away blushing. “I’m fine really.”
“Please, let me look.” He insisted. “After all I should take responsibility for harming you, even if it wasn’t meant.”
All you could do was nod at how polite and caring he was. “Well, it looks alright to me.” He patted your hand, “Are you well enough to continue the game?”
You looked at him confused. You were so busy watching D.O. care for you; you forgot the whole reason this began.
You nodded eagerly as he took hold of your hand gingerly and walked you to the closet. Once inside, the door closed as D.O. continued to hold delicately onto your hand.

Clean: (Chapter 37)

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