[littl3chocobo]

he reflexively grabbed the shirt and began to put it on. he said nothing as the other began to clean up the bloody mess. he had no desire to help. he stared at mizuki's back as the man tidied. he said nothing when his sullied clothes were gathered and taken to the kitchen to be soaked and he said nothing as a wet rag was used to clean the floor. he kept still and quiet the entire time nary a word passing his lips. when everything was corrected and there was no more proof of the earlier mess he spoke up. 'am i to stay or go home?' he did not want to be here but he knew too he did not want to be alone just in case something went wrong in the night