"Shit," Aya muttered, shrugging off his own leather coat to reveal the sleeveless turtleneck and leather pants. For whatever reason the Japanese man really loved clingy clothes; he claimed it was all practicality with nothing to grab onto.
"Let me take a look at that," he volunteered, keeping his voice flat. He had his fair share of bruises and cuts, probably a cracked rib or two, but he was good at internalizing and pretending he didn't hurt.
He leaned forward on his knees without waiting for permission and examined Youji's side, hair obscuring his face as he chewed on the inside of his mouth, assessing the damage.
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Date: 2010-08-16 04:16 pm (UTC)"Let me take a look at that," he volunteered, keeping his voice flat. He had his fair share of bruises and cuts, probably a cracked rib or two, but he was good at internalizing and pretending he didn't hurt.
He leaned forward on his knees without waiting for permission and examined Youji's side, hair obscuring his face as he chewed on the inside of his mouth, assessing the damage.