[ he just nods. he’s... just tired. it’s been a long night and he’s drained. he lets mako into the house so they don’t have to stand out in the cold but he doesn’t really move from there. ]
... yeah, I— it’s been a night...
[ that’s all he can say right now. the report wouldn’t have too many details asides from a group of kids coming into the bar and getting into a fight. very few injuries asides from the kids and no concrete reasons as to why they even entered the bar. there are more questions than answers in the report ]
["a night." He places his hand on Souji's shoulder, trying to be reassuring, in his own way. Mako was never one for physical contact in most cases, but... Souji looked like he needed it. and honestly, Mako only came because he was concerned about him.]
What happened?
[he wanted to know, outside of the report. some sort of explanation for why his best friend had gotten into that situation.]
[ there's a lull as souji tries to piece everything together in a coherent way to say. normally, he doesn't have a problem speaking his mind and being able to put his thoughts into words but tonight, there's just so much. he struggles to find out how to say everything without rambling or becoming a mess, and he lets out a heavy breath before he starts ]
... Tatsuma's grandparents, they were struck in a hit-and-run. I was there with Tatsuma when he got the call about it and after the initial grief, that grief quickly turned into anger. He wanted to get revenge, to hurt the people who hurt him, and he searched around the city for the driver. It eventually led him to the bar while I tried to stop him, he didn't listen. He just wanted someone to pay for what happened... eventually, some of his other friends arrived to convince him to leave and it soon turned into the bar fight that you read about. Tatsuma came out needing stitches, one of us broke their leg, and I just got a few bruises.
[ he just tilts his head but only so slightly to bring attention to his left cheek where the bruises remain ]
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... yeah, I— it’s been a night...
[ that’s all he can say right now. the report wouldn’t have too many details asides from a group of kids coming into the bar and getting into a fight. very few injuries asides from the kids and no concrete reasons as to why they even entered the bar. there are more questions than answers in the report ]
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What happened?
[he wanted to know, outside of the report. some sort of explanation for why his best friend had gotten into that situation.]
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... Tatsuma's grandparents, they were struck in a hit-and-run. I was there with Tatsuma when he got the call about it and after the initial grief, that grief quickly turned into anger. He wanted to get revenge, to hurt the people who hurt him, and he searched around the city for the driver. It eventually led him to the bar while I tried to stop him, he didn't listen. He just wanted someone to pay for what happened... eventually, some of his other friends arrived to convince him to leave and it soon turned into the bar fight that you read about. Tatsuma came out needing stitches, one of us broke their leg, and I just got a few bruises.
[ he just tilts his head but only so slightly to bring attention to his left cheek where the bruises remain ]