[Masaomi won't be in any condition to give details about his experience for a long time. This wasn't just another of his "oops, Masaomi did it again" garden variety fuck ups. Because of Kida Masaomi, Tess had been raped, tortured, murdered... and raped again. He can't even let himself think about it, let alone talk to someone else.
He'd watched every second of it. The fucking trap had even held his eyes open. She kept apologizing because she couldn't save him, and he could only...
Mikado's voice shakes him back to the present. When did that sleeping bag get there? When did Mikado walk over to sit on it? Masaomi doesn't remember. His fist is shaking. He quickly moves it behind his back.]
Uh- sure.
[He wills himself not to be too pale as he follows his friend to the sleeping bag he's concocted. Hopefully, it works.]
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He'd watched every second of it. The fucking trap had even held his eyes open. She kept apologizing because she couldn't save him, and he could only...
Mikado's voice shakes him back to the present. When did that sleeping bag get there? When did Mikado walk over to sit on it? Masaomi doesn't remember. His fist is shaking. He quickly moves it behind his back.]
Uh- sure.
[He wills himself not to be too pale as he follows his friend to the sleeping bag he's concocted. Hopefully, it works.]
Never thought I'd actually miss ramen.