Naoto didn’t expect to hear that when he noticed how the other was crouched, in a quite painful-looking position too. To whine about something like a back pain, the fighter was immediately reminded of the older members of his group, who always complained about back pain and hip pain as they were getting older. The other must be going through the same thing too..
“Old..”
He blurted out without thinking again.
⇢ ☂ ⇠
As soon as the word left the other’s lips, Eric flung himself back up into an upright position, looking around rapidly. Finding the one who spoke, the brunet pushed himself a little closer, letting out a bit of a low, pitiful whine.
“I’m not old, I promise! Nineteen’s not old at all, I’m not even out of my teenage years yet you can’t say that to meeee.” There he goes, rambling off and probably weirding out anyone within hearing distance. “You have to take it back! I don’t want to be old!” As if calling someone old made them as so…
Fingers dug into fistfuls of hair, and the boy let out a low groan, almost as if he were in pain. This, granted, probably was the truth. On the other hand, Eric was probably disturbing the neighbors that happened to be sitting near him. “My back huuuuuuuurts,” he finally whined lowly. Guess who’s been sitting hunched over a book for a couple hours?
