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*Kyarst* · 01-30-2014, 11:06 PM

Much to his dismay, someone had seen his fit and had thought it best to approach him. He wished she would have just gone away, pretended she didn't see it, anything but scold him. Jaws would open to respond to her first comment, but his lungs weren't prepared for words just yet. Emerald pools met violet, watering from his momentary lack of oxygen. The burning in his lungs continued, but had subsided considerably. For this he was very thankful. ?I kn-? Voice faded, disobeying his mind's command. ?I know,? he managed. It wasn't much, but at least he'd said something. ?How do you..? he faded again, a discouraged glean took over his gaze. ?How do you know it's not fun?? Voice was breathy, husky, nothing like his usual tenor pitched timbre. He had hoped one day to grow into a masculine, suave orator like his father - but who knew now that his lungs had taken such a beating. ?And why are they so sensitive?? It was dumb, that two of the things keeping him alive were so touchy when it came to some ash. It wasn't as if everyone had problems like he did - it seemed, to him - that he was alone in these trials. His memory of the day was minimal enough that he didn't recall Six's own trouble with the nearly-deadly powder. He continued to lay still, though his head raised to gaze at her more comfortably - and perhaps to look a little less pitiful.

?speak,?

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