Hunter was tempted to turn back and go stomp on him a little for good measure, but she stayed steady, arm pulling Michi closer still as they walked back. She looked at the injured wrist, frowning deeply. "Killer," she lamented.
"If we can't fix it up, we'll go to Mack," she suggested. "She's good with that kind of shit. She hangs out with that kid all of the time learning shit I guess.. follows her to the library enough. Seriously though, six times she fixed my broken nose in one week! It's not even crooked!"
When Michi asked if she could stay over, Hunter raised her eyebrows at her expectantly as if she were crazy. "I told ya to go to my room, didn't I?" she grinned. "Course you can, boo."