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[levater.livejournal.com]

*is huddled in the corner of a room, arms over his head, as if trying to brace himself for something*

I-I'll be good... I'll be good, I promise....!


((...S-so you know Metalhead [crimsongrunge ]? I'm kind of jumping on the bandwagon here. Here's his nine year old self, before he ran away from his parents. S-SORRY FOR MORE EMO, BUT MAKE HIM HAPPY? 8DD))

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[levater.livejournal.com]

*nods* ...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Good.

Now... Do you want some clothes?

[levater.livejournal.com]

*hesitates before answering* Y-yes please...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Okay.

Do you care what? I can give you some of the ones I have for me, I have too many.

[levater.livejournal.com]

I-It's fine.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Alright... I'll just pick some. I'll be back in a few minutes, just stay here. [runs off]

[levater.livejournal.com]

....

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[comes back after a little bit with a few pieces of clothing for him]

[levater.livejournal.com]

*woooow they look expensive* I can wear that...?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Yeah... You can. Luke helped me find it all, but there's too much for me... Some of it was a little too small, too. But you look smaller than me, so it should be okay.

[levater.livejournal.com]

....

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Are you almost done eating?

[levater.livejournal.com]

*looks at his sandwich - he's only taken a few bites from it* I'm full...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...You haven't eaten in a while, have you?

[levater.livejournal.com]

F-four days...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Then it's okay to be done now. I can make you a new one later when you're hungry.

[levater.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head and takes another bite* Y-you went through the trouble... I have to finish this...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

No, you don't... Only eat as much as you want, I don't want you to get sick.

[levater.livejournal.com]

B-but...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I know what it's like. That's why I want you to stop... Please?

[levater.livejournal.com]

... *slowly places the sandwich back on the plate*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Thank you... [sets the clothes in a pile in front of him and reaches to take the plate]

[levater.livejournal.com]

*just watches him* ...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Do you want me to bring you somewhere you can sleep, now? You can change into clean clothes, too...

[levater.livejournal.com]

*nods and tries to push himself up*