7 Bent

[textileshoppunk]

:: Kanji stretched his arms, letting out a yawn. He didn't seem very concerned with much at the moment, but there was a small something that crossed his mind as he went to open the door and take a step out of his room

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[tennyson_10]

Kanji.

[textileshoppunk]

...Ben? Uh, 'sup?

[tennyson_10]

...How's...it going?

[textileshoppunk]

Okay, I guess.

What, you make it sound like somethin' bad happened.

[tennyson_10]

::Looks down, placing hand on his other arm:: ...That's because it did, Kanji.

[textileshoppunk]

::Visibly shocked::

Everybody okay? Just what went down?

[tennyson_10]

::Lets out a grunt::

[textileshoppunk]

::Lets out a slight one of his own::

What's it got to do with me, anyway?

[tennyson_10]

.....

It's about...Ran... I guess you don't know.

[textileshoppunk]

::Eyes widen, definitely not expecting to hear that::

What... what about her?

[tennyson_10]

::Shuts his eyes:: ...She committed suicide.

[textileshoppunk]

...The hell?

Don't try messing with me, Ben. Where's Ran at now? I gotta talk to her anyway.

[tennyson_10]

::Grits teeth:: I told you already!

She... She's gone!

[textileshoppunk]

::Getting tired of this, he goes to angrily grab Ben's shirt by around the collar::

Told ya to cut that crap, Ben! Quit lying to me already!

[tennyson_10]

::Glares at him:: Let me go, Kanji.

...I wouldn't lie about something like this.

[textileshoppunk]

Yeah? Well, I don't buy it. ::Letting him go::

Ran... ::Looking away, slightly:: She wouldn't do something like that.