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Feb. 18th, 2009 12:21 am"You know, if you're not gonna beat him up, I will."
Gokudera's sitting on the floor of the apartment, Yamamoto in front of him. The first aid kit is spread out and he's patching up various wounds and bruises on the other boy.
"It's training," Yamamoto says, with a heavy sigh. "Just like us."
"No," Gokudera says, a growl undertoning his voice, now. "I'm not anything like him."
There is a gloom in the air.
Gokudera's sitting on the floor of the apartment, Yamamoto in front of him. The first aid kit is spread out and he's patching up various wounds and bruises on the other boy.
"It's training," Yamamoto says, with a heavy sigh. "Just like us."
"No," Gokudera says, a growl undertoning his voice, now. "I'm not anything like him."
There is a gloom in the air.
