Shinju sat in a chair in his living room, legs pulled up to his chest. The soft sound of some instrumental jazz filled the room and managed to keep the silence of the apartment from strangling him. He'd already had enough trouble breathing lately with all the stress
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Arriving at the correct apartment, Kresnik knocked on the front door and waited.
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"Oww," he groaned, slowly getting to his feet and rubbing the spot where his forehead had met the floor. "What the hell is wrong with me? I've been so out of it lately," he said to himself as he moved towards the door.
Without really thinking, the young man opened the door for his visitor, hand still on his forehead. "Hello?"
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"....Are you alright, Shinju?"
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"K-Kresnik... I'm fine," he replied, bringing the hand down from his forehead, letting his hair cover the red mark. He'd get some ice for it later.
He paused for a moment before he actually realized that a friend was standing at his door, and moved aside to make space for the brunet to walk inside. "Ah... Come in."
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She heard the jazz before she made it to the door, and despite her own unhappiness, she smiled. And then, she knocked on the door.
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"Hello?" he greeted for the second time that day as he opened the door.
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Then she blinked, looking at his forehead.
"Are you okay?"
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He reached up to scratch the back of his neck, a bit embarassed. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just tripped on my own feet. It's nothing to worry about."
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