[ OOC: Taken just a little after this post! ]

Please...

[ Kohaku's voice is low, drastically low, and streams of tears fall harshly on the ground from where the device is lying. From here, you can see the poor boy, crumbled and bruised, sitting next to a tree. Kirara is beside him, a low whine stream from her lips as she seems to by beside ( Read more... )