#dawnintheforests

          His dropped down hand reached up to his face again, rubbing the bridge of his nose lightly; eyebrows raised and his lips parting to sigh: “Oh boy...”, he muttered. “My ego is a way too big to just ask someone for help.” He responded with a crooked smile on his face, “..and how do I know you can take good care of my bruises, anyway?”

          “No shit.” his voice was utterly sarcastic; his right hand touching his lips, as if he was proceeding to gasp dramatically. Zelo remained in that position for a brief moment, before he’d drop his hand down along with his oh-so-shocked-expression. He hated it, when people would point out any flaws; even more, if they were quiet obvious. “Why would you point your finger on something so obvious, though.”

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Probably she thought he was carrying a real gun, why on earth would he? JJ wasn’t the kind of person to bring with him an arm around, life wasn’t that crazy for him yet. The girl’s answer made him smile, she was there for the flowers while he was playing around with guns. “Flowers? You like them that much to the point to get lost looking for flowers?” He kept his distance from her and noticed the ink in her arms, she had nice tattoos, he was a fan himself of this kind of art but didn’t point them out, not wanting to seem rude. “I thought I was bad too, but I got a surprisingly good aim.” He chuckled softly and moved his gaze down in embarrassment for praising himself.

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He kept on fidgeting with the pages of the book on his hands, head lowered as he skimmed through a few more sentences every now and then. Never had he read so many wonders, or perhaps he had, maybe one day, if his memory got any better, he would remember if there had being something as, or more disturbing that what he had just spent the last hours reading. Disturbing yes, but still he found himself not as surprised as he felt he should be, and that thought was what really troubled him. He paid no mind to the eccentric position she was ‘sitting’ at, and his gaze lifted to focus on her once her movements to get up on her feet caught her attention, taking him a second too long to process the single worded question “Ah? Oh, sure, coffee sounds fine” He nodded softly, looking down at the book again “Do you mind if I keep this for a little while?” He mumbled, completely aware that his request might be odd and denied, but he had felt something familiar, and given his mind’s state, he would cling onto anything that gave him the slightest hope of recovering his memory. “This might sound a little weird but… I think some of this made me want to remember things”

[Text] Sorry about that.