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January |
It was Friday night and Aoi was home by himself with no where to go and nothing to do. Hell must have frozen over or something because that never happened. Okay, it never used to happen, but that was before he got hit by a car and fucked up his knee. Aoi had been mostly apartment-bound ever since. It wasn’t so bad, really, except when he wanted to go out by himself, then Aoi felt like he was under house arrest. All he needed was one of those tracking things on his ankle.
Okay, maybe he was being melodramatic. Aya and Itsuki were just worried about him and it wasn’t like Aoi couldn’t go anywhere. He just had to take someone with him. Of course, the one time he felt like taking a walk, no one was home. Aya was off working his cute, little tush off at the diner down the street and Itsuki, well, Aoi wasn’t sure where his foxy man was. That left him stranded, unless he wanted to sneak out. Aoi sighed and flipped on the TV. It was a nice thought, but sneaking out wasn’t really an option unless he wanted to get yelled at and chained to the bed. He surfed through half a dozen channels before turning it off again. He was restless and there wasn’t anything on TV that would hold his attention for more than a few minutes.
Aoi brushed a few errant strands of long, dark hair behind a pointed ear and pushed himself off the couch in irritation. He should have been downstairs dancing a full shift at the Body Shop but Kale was keeping Aoi on half schedule just so he wouldn’t push himself or his knee too hard. Aoi was pretty damned sure that Itsuki had something to do with that. At least he was dancing again, even if that over protective fox of his watched him like a mother bear. It could have been worse, though. Six months ago Aoi was pretty damned sure that he was never going to strip again.
And his knee was getting better. Even if it still ached when the weather changed. Stupid accident... that was the last time Aoi ever ran into traffic, even if there were kittens involved.