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[holy_bitch]

*is sitting on a park bench along his night patrol route, looking pale and a bit shaken, arms wrapped around himself

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[rebel_wo_a_clue]

*is walking past on his way back home after work; sees him and heads over, dropping down onto the bench next to him*

Hey... you okay? You run into any trouble tonight?

[holy_bitch]

*looks up, startled, having been lost in thought*

Ah...? Kazuma... *instinctively moves a little closer to him*

No... no trouble. *rubs his hand over his face* Just... memories, all of a sudden.

[rebel_wo_a_clue]

Oh... A lot of that going around, huh? *slides an arm around his shoulders* From the look of it, I'd guess they weren't exactly happy ones, right?

[holy_bitch]

*for a moment, considers being petty and not telling him in retaliation for Kazuma not wanting to share his own, but decides against it*

Your guess would be correct. *leans against him with a faint sigh*

I remembered my mother's death. It was... rather violent.