kei sat upright, the twitch of his eye however giving away his exertion. dark charcoal-like markings were painted on his torso, rituals he followed despite leaving home. he had numerous wounds freckling over his chest, arms, and back— some self-inflicted, the others natural— the rawest of them was hidden under layers of bandages on his lower abdomen.
❝ oh no, my shirt … ❞ kei whispered, noticing the obvious stains of blood and a rather major TEAR on it. ❝ oh— uh— sorry, i’m kei … who are you? ❞ he interjected his own thought process, looking up to the other. he didn’t quite remember the events that had lead to this development.
He thought it a bit odd that the boy’s first response was to fret over something like a shirt. Carefully he picked it up, examining the article of clothing. “It’s not too horrible- despite the blood- and the rip. We can probably stich it back up and i don't know...soak it maybe? To get the blood out? Then it will look better- maybe a little raggedy but better all the same.” He tosses it back down, eyes flicking with he movement, watching Kei to catch a response. “
“We can also just buy you a new one. You have money don't you? I wouldn't know, cause I didn't go looking through your pockets and stuff. Oh- and my name is .... Riah...”
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