Aya had developed the habit of retreating to the rooftops to think shortly after becoming an assassin. It was quiet, it was empty, and it was easy to spot people approaching. Right now, as he watched Ken appear with a kind of fascinated horror, he wished that he'd had chosen somewhere a little less accessible. Of course, he should have also lied on the journal.
"Why don't you ever listen to me?" Aya demanded angrily, backing away to keep as much distance between them as possible. He felt in control of himself, but if the place could turn Ken into a bird, it wasn't so unbelievable to think that it could easily strip his control away.
"Because I don't listen to anyone who's being a god damn idiot. By the way? Quit being a god damn idiot and come over here before you fall right off the damn roof." Ken crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Aya.
It crossed Aya's mind to point out that since he was dead, falling off the roof was not as dire as it might have been had he been alive. The look on Ken's face, however, discouraged him. Clearly Ken was not being rational. An irrational Ken was unlikely to know what was in his best interest and leave a dangerous situation. An irrational Ken was likely to hang around and argue. Aya did not want him hanging around any longer than was strictly necessary.
He responded to the glare with a disapproving scowl. There was a certain amount of sense to Ken's words, ignoring the "god damn idiot" part. Distance was not conducive to a conversation. Scowl growing darker, Aya took a few steps forward.
"I can't fall off the roof now," he remarked grudgingly, shoving his hands into his pockets. "And don't call me an idiot. I'm trying to protect you."
"I don't need protecting, thanks. I'm not a fucking fairy-tale princess." Ken closed the distance between them himself, and reached out to grab Aya's arm and drag him closer to the window.
"Y'ever think to ask what happened before you go blaming yourself for it and declaring that you're unfit for society?"
Aya put up a token resistance before giving in with a sigh and allowing himself to be dragged where Ken wanted to go. Doing anything else would only reinforce the idiot label and Aya knew he wasn't being an idiot.
"I know what I am, Ken," Aya responded matter-of-factly. "I know what I'm capable of doing. And Rivelata? You said it turned you into a bird. I can imagine what it did to me."
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"Why don't you ever listen to me?" Aya demanded angrily, backing away to keep as much distance between them as possible. He felt in control of himself, but if the place could turn Ken into a bird, it wasn't so unbelievable to think that it could easily strip his control away.
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He responded to the glare with a disapproving scowl. There was a certain amount of sense to Ken's words, ignoring the "god damn idiot" part. Distance was not conducive to a conversation. Scowl growing darker, Aya took a few steps forward.
"I can't fall off the roof now," he remarked grudgingly, shoving his hands into his pockets. "And don't call me an idiot. I'm trying to protect you."
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"Y'ever think to ask what happened before you go blaming yourself for it and declaring that you're unfit for society?"
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"I know what I am, Ken," Aya responded matter-of-factly. "I know what I'm capable of doing. And Rivelata? You said it turned you into a bird. I can imagine what it did to me."
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