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Interactions: Everyone // Candy (@DANAsaur ) ; Ryouta (@xLarius ) ;
Activity: Being Angry
Color Code: Indigo, #333399
[5:06 PM, January 3rd]
It took Kenji a full minute to realize that it was Ryouta that had teased him about Candy and her clingyness. Then she started crying. He didn't mean to make her cry, he just wanted her off his arm. Kenji just watched the scene unfold as he slunk back to his seat and attempted to try and not look like too much of a jerk in front of Ryouta. He attempted to drown out Candy's continued rambling by overthinking everything.
He tensed up and mumbled, "she shoved her boobs in my face first... plus she totally is now assaulting the other guy over there! It's hardly my fault for doing nothing but leaving because Ryouta was late!"
Wait.
Did he really just-
He left off the honorific. Death would be preferable to this realization. He hadn't so much as spoken to Ryouta in years, and yet here he was addressing him so casually. Ryouta probably didn't even feel the same way. Kenji felt a little sick, but he couldn't stop running his mouth. Like a real jerk.
"Anyway, what is all this about. I'm very busy, so wasting time here is a quick way to ensuring that I don't lend my help to whatever this is."
Hopefully they wouldn't notice his earlier mess up. If they did then he would be mocked relentlessly. If they didn't, then it would be a huge blessing. However, Kenji knew that they had noticed and couldn't stop thinking that his false face was in jeopardy. Also, why was he here?
Ryouta didn't know about his writing. Kenji had been about to tell him but... things fell through and he decided that protecting himself from more scrutiny and protecting his public lie was far more preferable than holding on to his friend. Otherwise, back then Kenji had only been a weak little kid who had been bullied and harassed. He had been worthless back then, and to an extent everything now was only to cover up the fact that he had never changed all that much since then.
"Now, come on. Hurry up and tell us what's going on, or we might end up disbanding before it begins."
He tensed up and mumbled, "she shoved her boobs in my face first... plus she totally is now assaulting the other guy over there! It's hardly my fault for doing nothing but leaving because Ryouta was late!"
Wait.
Did he really just-
He left off the honorific. Death would be preferable to this realization. He hadn't so much as spoken to Ryouta in years, and yet here he was addressing him so casually. Ryouta probably didn't even feel the same way. Kenji felt a little sick, but he couldn't stop running his mouth. Like a real jerk.
"Anyway, what is all this about. I'm very busy, so wasting time here is a quick way to ensuring that I don't lend my help to whatever this is."
Hopefully they wouldn't notice his earlier mess up. If they did then he would be mocked relentlessly. If they didn't, then it would be a huge blessing. However, Kenji knew that they had noticed and couldn't stop thinking that his false face was in jeopardy. Also, why was he here?
Ryouta didn't know about his writing. Kenji had been about to tell him but... things fell through and he decided that protecting himself from more scrutiny and protecting his public lie was far more preferable than holding on to his friend. Otherwise, back then Kenji had only been a weak little kid who had been bullied and harassed. He had been worthless back then, and to an extent everything now was only to cover up the fact that he had never changed all that much since then.
"Now, come on. Hurry up and tell us what's going on, or we might end up disbanding before it begins."