Akuma looked to the side “….” he didn’t have any words
Censor took a breath before walking through a portal to where Akuma is. “Aku-” He paused rubbing his arm slightly. He was doing this as a friend. So why was it so hard to ask him if he was ok?
“Hm?” His eyes were blue not his normal purple his jacket sleeve looked like it was ripped opened and he hade cuts on his arm
Censor’s eyes was drawn to his arm/ A choked gasp left him. “Akuma you-” He stopped himself. He started to shake. “A-are you ok?” It sounded force like he was holding back tears.
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