[Anyone living in 4-2 may or may not have noticed that your current live-in delinquent has become something of a recluse over the past few days. He's been out of Katsura's room to eat and wash, sure, but aside from that the majority of his time has been spent sharing sharp, unexplanatory words with anyone who attempts a conversation, tossing a ball at the wall repeatedly and with steadily increasing aggression and, most frequently, bullying his marmoset (who contrary to desired effect loved every minute of it.)
all that, though? that would all be because he's been making his way slowly but surely through various stages of denial.
today's variant and ultimately the final, most destructive stage:
unadulterated rage]
[the feed turns on to a lot of scuffling, some growled muttering and a loud thump]
Oi. Asshole. Y'fuckin' listen t'me y'little grey shit.
[these words are LOADED WITH HATE but also somewhat hushed. he's trying his hardest to avoid anyone else in his immediate vacinity listening in; but considering how much arrrggggh there is in his tone, and the fact he's too goddamned angry to remember or really care to privatise the entry, that's probably not working out for him]
Nothing. Happened.
[and the feed shuts off]
[ooc:
this hideous thing happened and trying to persuade himself it didn't isn't working out so well.]