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[mitochondriaaya]

Aya was sprawled across the bed, head hanging off the end as she watched the boys. She wasn't sure what was going on with them this week but they weren't holding still at all. She was half tempted to snag one of their phones to speak to one of the girlfriends instead but...that involved moving. It was the weekend after exams. She didn't want to move.

"So..." she started again, a word she'd kinda uttered every few minutes before getting dizzy watching them move around their apartment "...I was thinking of getting a tattoo."