http://bratacus.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bratacus.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] fabrecation 2011-07-05 08:30 am (UTC)

[ voice ]

[He glances at the journal, only to look away again, suddenly feeling very nervous. It isn't her, but the concept of friendship. What does he do? Honestly, what does he do? He's never done this before! Everyone's always been a servant to him, or a hero (though that's just one person), or a parent (though that's... also one person, he never really liked his father enough to be considered one)! Guy... Guy's the closest thing to a friend, but even he's just a servant!

He brings his hands down to the wet ground and digs his fingers in (well, with one hand, as the other's trapped in a cast), only to yank them out with a look of disgust. Eww, mud... He still blushes, and he looks awkward despite the disgust, so he just fists his hands and - almost without even realizing it - he brings his casted arm back to press his hand against the back of his head, still looking down at his right fist with a frown.]


F... Fine. I guess we're... friends, or something.

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