[For how small and frail he can look, Ken's pretty sturdy. He's not hurt badly and would insist he isn't hurt at all, save for hitting his face on the floor when he went down. Already some red is rising in his forehead and nose, and he rubs at the latter in a disgruntled manner as Kaneda sits him up.]
... I slipped, [he announces unnecessarily.]
And I think I'm kind of cold... Are you making dinner?
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... I slipped, [he announces unnecessarily.]
And I think I'm kind of cold... Are you making dinner?