fragile. //discontinued//

5.

The door of the shop were heavy and I was too lazy to open them using my own strength. It is because of that reason that I am now standing here with my hand lazily draped across the doorhandle, calculating if my weight alone was enough to open them. Few passersby cast me curious glances but I couldn't care less. It's a Saturday morning. A lazy one at that. Deciding my weight was enough, I leaned against the door. It opened. And I fell.
Klutz, I cursed at myself. The cashier stared at me, trying to process What had just happened as I lied on the floor before him. I didn't want to get up, I didn't have enough energy for it.

"M-mister?" The cashier spoke. "Mister, are you alright?"

I chuckled. It was cute, the way he sounded so utterly confused but worried at the same time. The guy was around my age, but he seemed so innocent. He thought I'm a guy.

"Yeah... I'm alright." I laid my hands on my knees, slowly getting my lazy ass in a sitting position. "I'm alright."

I was seriously considering dragging myself on my ass to my destination but I realized it would take too much energy and my backside would hurt so, lifting myself up and groaning, I stood up. Hell, it's still too early for this shit. 

"Ymir? Are you alright?" Her sweet, tiny voice asked. I was sitting on the floor, holding my palm to my hurting forehead.
"Yeah... I'm alright."

I sweatdropped at the memory. Right, I had done that before.

*Sorry for all the filler chapters, eh.*