[ Anemic. Lying face down somewhere. He feels a sense of curiosity touch him. Mostly because he is a curious person every so often. His head lifts just enough so he can turn it on its side - better than having it laying flat on the ground.
[ what a wonderful question. is he all right? has he ever been? lately it doesn’t seem it; days melt into nights melt into weeks and what has he been doing all this time? the ache in his feet tell him he has been walking. patrolling. a peculiar figure in the streets walking with a Nightmare like he’s been doing this circuit for twenty years already.
Yuuto presses his hands on his chest as laughter actually hurts a little. But it makes him laugh a little more. His shoulders bounce and he shakes his head. ]
Living isn't enough, you know... one should also thrive.
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week iv
And he reaches out: ]
Choso-kun, are you doing all right?
week iv
are you doing all right? ]
I live. You feel like garbage.
[ whatever he is, he is as eloquent as ever. ]
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[ "Ha-ha."
Yuuto presses his hands on his chest as laughter actually hurts a little. But it makes him laugh a little more. His shoulders bounce and he shakes his head. ]
Living isn't enough, you know... one should also thrive.