( why, of course... that's because he has been covered in them all day. ^^
without a further word, ran sets arata's small figure in the crook of his elbow, carrying them like a small child. )
I think you are due for a trip in the laundromat. ^^
( arata takes on the role of a plush toy for the moment. ran presses their cheeks close together, and whispers:
my dear... you smell entirely of soot and dust. ^^
uh...
( arata counts under their breathe, does the math on their fingers, and then shrugs. )
'm twenty, but he's been doing the beatin' since what.. we were kids? i'm used to it.
( arata shrugs, plopping their body onto the concrete. how they didn't hurt themselves is beyond their own understanding. )
i guess bully isn't the right word. i let him beat me black and blue and then he fucks me senseless. and i let him, 'cus i beat him back.
( they roll their eyes, palms scraping against the concrete edge mindlessly. )
it should be. that stupid fuck pisses me off.
( standing back up, they pace on the edge instead, sneakers skidding against the thick concrete with every turn. )