Peter
looks at him and was worried. “Krags…. you Ok? You look a bit pale.”
Looks at him worriedly and cups his face in his hands feeling for a
fever and whimpers. “Oh gods. Your dying.”
Kraglin huffed and smacked at one of Peter’s hands gently. “I ain’t dyin’… Calm yerself, Pete.” No, he definitely wasn’t dying. His stomach was just being weird and… bloaty. Ugh… He couldn’t wait to get back to Carlos’ house.
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