It's all Reid's fault!

ㅤ It wasn't even a hunt. The restless Reid and Farah simply wanted to go for a walk. To play in nature with wild animals, using her bare fists and his wooden stick. It's a wonder no one died! Though, surprisingly wisely, they chose not eggbear as an opponent, but something quite suitable—some small fry. But… "Oops! I think it got angry!" Reid stood at attention and trembled in fear. The numbness left him quickly, like any fool, so he grabbed Farah's hand and ran away as fast as he could. "Why are you standing there like a statue!?" he shouted at Keele, literally just remembering his existence. "Ah-ah-ah!" Keele screamed, realizing what kind of stupid thing his friends had done. What else could he do but scream? He didn't know how to fight, and he wasn't particularly strong. Nor was he fast. And then Reid egged him on, completely oblivious to his step, as small stones kept popping up from under his heels. And right at Keele! "Ouch!" came a voice behind Reid. The stone hit Keele's foot, causing him to fall. And he'd started off so well! If it hadn't been for that damned stone, he'd have had a chance to overtake Reid for the first time in his life! It was all the adrenaline and fear that didn't paralyze his body, but gave him unprecedented strength. With all this strength, Keele slammed his face into the rough ground. "What a clumsy you are!" Reid scolded him, completely unaware that he was to blame for his friend's fall. "Just don't cry! Everything will be fine!" Farah arrived with a clean handkerchief, wiping away the blood that had seeped from Keele's scratches and broken nose. Tears flowed involuntarily—the body's normal reaction to pain. After a blow like that, Reid would have cried too. "You're lucky we got away, otherwise it would have torn you apart," Reid said, not at all reassuring. He said this completely calmly, as if he wasn't worried about his friend at all. He couldn't compare, a lazy guy indifferent to everything but meat. And once, the boys decided to sneak into the mill. Another idea of ​​the restless trio. And everything there was spinning and spinning! And Reid was constantly chattering nonsense, always distracting him. So much so that all sorts of things would get under his feet, after which he'd fall back down. To top it all off, something else would land from above. Yes, right on his raised butt! And yes, again, Keele, who else? Farah had learned to ignore Reid's chatter, engrossed in her own work or even interrupting with emotional speeches, often sparking a squabble that often gave Keele a headache. Where there's a headache, there's dizziness. After particularly memorable arguments, which, for some reason, everyone forgot about the next day, except for Keele, that same Keele walked, swaying from side to side. He'd even fall sometimes. From exhaustion, not from what they thought! And so it was every day! Time after time! Always Reid. Reid would always either find something new or dig up an old rake, which would lead to Keele's long-suffering nose in the ground!

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"That's why I say it's all Reid's fault! I'm not clumsy! When I was at university, I fell much, I repeat, much less!" Keele continued enthusiastically, recounting the story of his typical childhood day. "Yeah," Reid lazily chimed in, having until then silently listened to his friend's complaints. "But you fell. And at university, you mostly sat, didn't you?" "How could you?!" Keele fumed, standing up, but immediately slumping back down in his chair, clutching his head. 'I really was sitting!' Keele had no proof that the two weren't connected. However, the most depressing thing was that the dumbest person on their team had made him the sole arguing point. Reid. It was always Reid's fault! "It's okay, Keele," Meredy consoled him, sitting next to him. "It's okay to be clumsy." "I'm not clumsy… It's all Reid," Keele continued, offended. But no one believed him anymore. ㅤ