[Oh, yes, how the tables have turned. Emi, for his part, had attempted to look... well, he attempted to look more awake by the time Noya showed up. Everything else was a lost cause because it looked like he had gotten hit by a bus. A bus with arms.
His hair was a fluffy mess on his head, having been unstyled for a few days now because what was the point? By now he was just a weird shade of pale rather then deathly, and the more minor of his cuts and bruises were mostly ebbed away. The most telling were still the ugly shades on his neck in nasty purples and greens, and the healing red rings around his wrists.
Yeah that was. Certainly some trouble he'd run in to.
He was sitting up kind of haphazardly on his futon when the libero buzzed in, and offered a tired raise of his hand.]
Hey...
[It looked like someone had had a nice vacation at least. That was good. Noya deserved one.]
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His hair was a fluffy mess on his head, having been unstyled for a few days now because what was the point? By now he was just a weird shade of pale rather then deathly, and the more minor of his cuts and bruises were mostly ebbed away. The most telling were still the ugly shades on his neck in nasty purples and greens, and the healing red rings around his wrists.
Yeah that was. Certainly some trouble he'd run in to.
He was sitting up kind of haphazardly on his futon when the libero buzzed in, and offered a tired raise of his hand.]
Hey...
[It looked like someone had had a nice vacation at least. That was good. Noya deserved one.]
You look good.