Trash

"You … you what??" Eclipse asks, whipping his head to Sola's direction so hard that he could have sworn he heard something snap at the back of his neck. "Ow." 

Looking at the man gripping the back of his head with a slightly pained look coming on his face, Sola broke into a soft chuckle. "You always had the problem of being a little too … careless, from when you were a child." 

"Yeah … mother always worried about me because of that." Eclipse nodded, turning to the one in front of him, brows slightly furrowed. 

I don't know what he is planning. Yes, my guard is a little down, because, though he was trouble for me for a while, he stopped being that a long time ago. It has been quite some time since we last conversed with each other, perhaps because I have been far too busy to have time for anyone here.