For a third time the jutsushiki mage could hear a sigh loud enough to wake the dead. And he was well aware why this sigh kept appearing, though he didn't agreed with the reason at all. Sighing himself, his brow furrowed in a mix of exasperation and thoughtfulness.
" Laxus..."
Feeling that he was losing a part of the blanket again, one hand reached out and pulled it back, greenish blue eyes sticking to the ceiling. Why couldn't he just let it be how it was? Because in the rune mage's way of thinking it was perfectly fine. Hmph.









