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[slotted_spoon]

Jack really should have been paying more attention. And he really should have been more careful while trying to repair the fence. And he probably should have put his knife back into it's sheath when he'd finished it. However, he had been distracted and he was too busy thinking about red hair to focus on being careful, and he'd forgotten to put his

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[nomnomcake]

Red had been eating. That wasn't knew, and, anyway, Cinderella had made sure that Baker made extra cookies because Red would steal one or two every day.

She had perched herself by the window, munching on a cookie. Her brow immediately furrowed when she saw Jack running toward the house and she got up immediately, going to the door.

[slotted_spoon]

He had to hurry. Maybe if he hurried he could bandage the cut himself and no one would know how silly he'd been. When fixing fences and handling sharp tools is not the time to day dream about long red hair and pink lips and brown eyes...

Like the ones looking back at him from the door.

"... H- hi, Red," he said, grimacing. He clutched his side and still hoped she hadn't noticed the blood starting to soak through his jacket.

[nomnomcake]

-- "Jack."

Red said nothing else and tugged him inside, her heart racing a little bit as she tried to get everything together to fix his cut.

"How bad?"

[slotted_spoon]

"I... I don't know, I just ran," he said, still pressing his palm to his side. "I tripped and there was the knife..." He looked up at her with wide eyes, worried. He didn't want her to think badly of him. He was supposed to be showing her that he was a man!

[nomnomcake]

Red turned around slowly and looked at him, her hand in his. He always took her hand, didn't he?

"What about me?"

[slotted_spoon]

He squeezed her hand, breathing in. "How... How pretty you are. I was thinking about your red hair and the way you look at me with your big brown eyes... Your pink lips." He swallowed, looking at her lips now.

[nomnomcake]

Red bit her lip, her cheeks turning completely fuchsia.

"I'm not a good reason to get a cut from a knife, Jack."

[slotted_spoon]

"You're a perfectly good reason to be distracted, though," he mumbled. He hardly noticed anymore that the only thing covering his chest was the linen bandage.