Snippet #2148908

"He doesn't like people getting so close to him, so mind his personal space, would ya?" Crow only heard Ayumu's last line, having regained his senses as well as his freedom of movability. Somewhat. He stood up, and rather than act cool or anything, he slouched while trying to hide himself behind Ayumu, though he was careful not to touch her. He felt like he was on the brink of unconsciousness and he was dragging himself back, his paranoia settling in slightly as he glanced around the room quickly, seemingly making sure there were none of the goons from earlier and he glared at the telephone quickly when it began to ring. After a few seconds and a couple of checks around the room, he seemingly settled down and made sure to cover his hands with the sleeves of his jumper, stuffing his hands into his pockets awkwardly.

Crow's eyes then went to the now-awake Ayumu, and he blinked. "I'm sorry. . . ." he said softly, his voice only slightly louder than a whisper. "Did I wake you up?" The boy's tone was kind, as if he were too tired to act any other way; like he didn't care. Closing his eyes slowly, he took a few deep breaths before opening his eyes and straightening his back. 

"We'll be off." Crow said quietly, about to leave when he turned back. "Unless. . . . Unless you want some clothing too?" The purple-haired boy looked at Ayumu, plunging his hands into his pockets once more and staring at the girl.