He curled around Yukimura, crawling into his lap, trying to be as close to him mentally and physically. That would help him heal, he thought. When Mamechiho came close, he took her hand and drew her down, being a little more reckless, less smooth, than he usually would be when dealing with her. "It's fine," he said, looking at her from the corner of his eyes, not wanting to lift his head from Yukimura's shoulder. I'm staying. I don't want to leave. I want to go home.
Stay. Go. He got confused for a second, found himself gripping Mamechiho far to tight. He released her. "Knock me out, please," he begged. Take me home, knock me out. I want to be in our room. In our bed.
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Date: 2011-09-03 01:17 pm (UTC)Stay. Go. He got confused for a second, found himself gripping Mamechiho far to tight. He released her. "Knock me out, please," he begged. Take me home, knock me out. I want to be in our room. In our bed.