| 8:22p |
[It's fairly late. As in late enough to be early. Sun might even be beginning to rise.
Agito really doesn't care.
He's tired, sore, and some of his wounds were bleeding a little through the makeshift bandages, and there's at least one bruised rib in there. He knows very well that he looks a mess (most of that blood on him wasn't his own at least). But there's just. No energy to clean himself up.
Door open, door closed and collapsing on the sofa. Sleep looks like such a good idea right now.
Hopefully Akito hadn't woken. Not looking forward to that conversaton] |