"I"m fine," Aya responded, the word idiot not actually said, but implied. His voice was strained however, the tone cracking slightly with the words. He was not in the best of shape, but he'd live. He shifted against the wall, managing to stay half standing, braced against the cold brick.
Aya's fragility was a direct result of his seeming inability to eat healthy and frequently. He was too busy planning revenge to focus on the health of his own body.
"That was close," he muttered, pale lips curling into the barest of smiles. He shouldn't have felt exhilarated, but it was the closest he'd felt to being alive since his sister's 'accident'.
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Date: 2010-08-16 02:43 am (UTC)Aya's fragility was a direct result of his seeming inability to eat healthy and frequently. He was too busy planning revenge to focus on the health of his own body.
"That was close," he muttered, pale lips curling into the barest of smiles. He shouldn't have felt exhilarated, but it was the closest he'd felt to being alive since his sister's 'accident'.