[A sound of confirmation, nothing more than a hum.
Ventus curls up more, eyes closing.]
Still the same one. [Sort of. He absentmindedly reaches up to touch his neck, swallowing as if he could still feel those hands wrapped around his neck, trying to choke the life out of him.]
no subject
[A sound of confirmation, nothing more than a hum.
Ventus curls up more, eyes closing.]
Still the same one. [Sort of. He absentmindedly reaches up to touch his neck, swallowing as if he could still feel those hands wrapped around his neck, trying to choke the life out of him.]