[ Chozen's fingers uncurl with a series of light knuckle pops he would rather blame on his bizarre affliction than his age. The carefulness of the young man's aid shakes lose more of the hardened, lifeless sensation of his body, and his thin senseless noise pitches upward approvingly. ]
Hnn!
[ When Ritsu steps back with the cold drink, Chozen shivers, twice, and then (what relief!) blinks. He pops over his jaw and wriggles it from side to side, making a succession of elastic face as he works out the stiffness there, then flings his hands to the small of his back and arches to crack it, a huge rush of air escaping his mouth in relief. ]
Ah!
[ Much better.
He smiles warmly at the helpful young man before he bends lightly at the waist in a bow of gratitude. ]
Thank you very much, young man. I didn't know how I was going to get out of that one!
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Hnn!
[ When Ritsu steps back with the cold drink, Chozen shivers, twice, and then (what relief!) blinks. He pops over his jaw and wriggles it from side to side, making a succession of elastic face as he works out the stiffness there, then flings his hands to the small of his back and arches to crack it, a huge rush of air escaping his mouth in relief. ]
Ah!
[ Much better.
He smiles warmly at the helpful young man before he bends lightly at the waist in a bow of gratitude. ]
Thank you very much, young man. I didn't know how I was going to get out of that one!