-Do you think there's a way to fix this?-. Lucciola glanced down at Dio, who was looking at him with big worried eyes, right hand pressed to the center of his chest. -Pardon?-. -Do you ever feel this? It hurts.-, -It does?-, -It does.-.
Dio sighed silently, and looked down at his feet, his older friend walking up to him, concerned. -Is there something I can do to help you?-, he asked with his voice low. Dio stood silent with his eyebrows knotted in the middle of his forehead, then looked up at Lucciola's familiar eyes. -Maybe.-, he smiled, but not too much.
He looked serious, really serious for a moment.
-Tag, you're it!-. Lucciola stood still with his eyes wide from the suprise as Dio ran laughing outside the room, a part of his chest slightly hurting from the pressure Dio put when he touched him before jumping away. He felt a funny feeling in the back of his cheeks, and looked at the door Dio just ran inside. He sighed and let out a relieved sigh, then started looking for Dio around the Guild's Palace. There really was no way to correct him, and the simple thought made him almost smile.
-Lucciola, you're too slow! Put some effort in that running!-. Dio's voice echoed, and Lucciola smiled a bit.
