[Ivar sighed, running a hand over his face. He flopped back down on the bed, and for a moment, it appeared he was going to roll over and just go back to sleep. Then he groaned and sat back up.]
Alright. Give me a minute. Look the other way.
[Ivar was very self-conscious about the way he looked. Well, specifically the way his legs looked, poor scrawny underdeveloped things that they were. How Margrethe had stared when she first looked at him. This is why no one would ever see him in shorts.
He reached beside his bed and pulled up the clothes that he'd dropped there from the day before. He slid them on and then put on his shoes, putting a knife into his boot for protection. Then Ivar maneuvered himself to the edge of the bed and pushed off, using the momentum to get into his wheelchair.]
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Alright. Give me a minute. Look the other way.
[Ivar was very self-conscious about the way he looked. Well, specifically the way his legs looked, poor scrawny underdeveloped things that they were. How Margrethe had stared when she first looked at him. This is why no one would ever see him in shorts.
He reached beside his bed and pulled up the clothes that he'd dropped there from the day before. He slid them on and then put on his shoes, putting a knife into his boot for protection. Then Ivar maneuvered himself to the edge of the bed and pushed off, using the momentum to get into his wheelchair.]
Alright. I'm ready.