[Natsume had actually spaced out a bit, arm over his face, letting himself relax into the bed. He's tired. It's been -- a busy two weeks.
But at the sound of Junpei's voice, he sits up quickly, breaking into one of those earnest, delighted grins -- before dissolving into laughter.] Kouhai? Ah, I guess you are older than me...
[Sitting up, it's easy to see that Natsume's sort of a mess -- his lip is split and there's a healing bruise on his cheek and the remnants of a black eye, even. But he's too busy grinning to even address it.]
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But at the sound of Junpei's voice, he sits up quickly, breaking into one of those earnest, delighted grins -- before dissolving into laughter.] Kouhai? Ah, I guess you are older than me...
[Sitting up, it's easy to see that Natsume's sort of a mess -- his lip is split and there's a healing bruise on his cheek and the remnants of a black eye, even. But he's too busy grinning to even address it.]