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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]

*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*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[sets the plate down and offers him a hand]

[levater.livejournal.com]

*shakily grabs onto it* ...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[carefully helps him up]

[levater.livejournal.com]

*as soon as he gets up, he sways, and leans on Asch*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[bites his lip, supporting him as well as he can] Are you alright...?

[levater.livejournal.com]

*shakes his head* I-I don't... feel too good....

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...We'll hurry, then. And then I can help you... I don't want you to stay here.

[levater.livejournal.com]

*nods, taking a shaky step forward*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[supports his weight as well as he can and takes a few steps to test how well Asch can walk]

[levater.livejournal.com]

*he's... really leaning on him heavily* ...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[goes very slowly, then, not wanting to hurt the other boy as he leads him to a room somewhere nearby]

[levater.livejournal.com]

... *stumbles*