Akeno sat on the couch, with her silk robe. She was looking down at her legs, massaging both of her ankles. She leans over for her hand to reach her ankles and she starts rolling her fingers over both of her ankles
Akeno: "Why does it hurt?" She muttered to herself. She rolled her fingers over her ankles and pinched her skin from time to time. "... At least I took out the shards…"
Her feet were lifted above the floor, hovering, shaking back and front from time to time whenever she felt a shiver of cold.
While she was inspecting her Ankle she again felt a shiver of cold, she held her shin, yet her legs shakes.
A funny, tickling sensation built in her nose. "Aaah—" Her hands shot up to her face just in time. "—choo!"
The sound echoed in the quiet, empty room. She was alone with her aching ankles and the creeping cold.
She rubs her nose and she holds in a mucus rubbing down and tries to sniff it back up. "Augh—"
"—Achoo!"
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"Augh! Did I get sick?" She muttered to herself.
She looked down at her bandaged feet. [... Let's see if it's healed or not.] She shifted on the couch and brought her right leg up to the couch.
Looking at the bandage she inspected it, "How did she bind it?" She lightly scratches on it, "Where's the end, or the–string?" She rubs her index finger over it.
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain. "Augh. It should've healed by now. I remember it looked… Fine before the bandage."
Just then Akeno heard footsteps approaching. Turning back she saw Gracie. In a yellow sweater, blue skirt and black leggings.
Gracie: "There you are." Was what she said but her mind had their own separate words, [Yes. Rehashing them paid off.]
She approached Akeno and stood in front of her with a blue sweater on her hand. "Feeling cold?" Without waiting for an answer she threw the sweater towards Akeno… She missed and the sweater landed beside Akeno.
"... Um, wear it before you die of cold." She bit her lip, [How the hell did I miss?]
Akeno: She nods as she adjusts her leg to the position of sitting comfortably… to a more comfortable position. And she reached for the sweater. She brings it close to her chest and sniffs it.
Gracie: She stares at Akeno blinking in wonder, [What are you doing?] Her eyes twitched.
Akeno: While the sweater was still close to her nose she looked up and noticed Gracie looking at her with… A sense of disgust in her eyes…? Maybe…
Akeno got flustered, "Oh sorry. Just checking."
She drops the sweater to her lap, tightening her grip to it.
Gracie: "It's washed. No worries."
Akeno: She looks up to Gracie's face, then to her hand. "W–what about your hand? You didn't bandage it."
Gracie: She looks at her hand, the palm and fingers were covered in cuts, with very unique shapes and sizes. For now there was no visible blood, just skin out of place.
"It's fine. No Worries." She waved her injured hand dismissively, then let it fall to her side, brushing against her skirt and shifting weights from one leg to another.
Akeno: She tilts her head a bit and leans forward but doesn't get off the couch, "Doesn't it hurt?" Her eyes shine with concern and curiosity.
Gracie: [She asks a lot doesn't she…? I'd have to prepare for even more questions.] She sighs preparing herself to give an answer and for any more upcoming questions, if there are any.
She shakes her head for a no, "No. It doesn't hurt."
She crossed her arms and clinched her hand, a sharp pain went through her, [Okay it does kinda hurt.] She bit her lip.
Akeno: She leaned back, her back on the couch as she met Gracie's eyes again.
They stare at each other for a long moment. There was silence but there it was as if their eyes were trying to say something.
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Gracie: Still standing in front of Akeno. [Why is she looking at me like that?]
[Does she want to say something…? Hm. God she's taking a long… Should I just walk away…? No, that'll be kinda rude. I think I should just ask.]
She clears her throat.
"Hey, are you gonna say something or just sit there?"
Akeno: She flinched as if brought back from a deep thought. "Oh, sorry. Yeah there's this one thing I wanted to ask."
Gracie: [Knew it, she'd ask even more questions. Please be worth it.]
She sighs.
"What do you want to ask?"
[Why do I sigh a lot? Is it too much of a habit now?]
Akeno: She clears her throat. "Okay so… I've asked this question before but I didn't get a answer—"
Gracie: [I think I already know what she's about to ask.]
Akeno: She takes a deep breath. "It's up to you whether you want to answer or not but… Gracie, why did you help me?"
Gracie: [KNEW IT!!!]