((Makoto fakes a smile for his friend.)) We'll talk afterward.
((Once Haru has gone... Makoto isn't sure what he's left with besides a desire to empty his stomach. He stares at the unfamiliar girl, a little heart broken over the fact that his was.. once someone with a life and story... And a little heart broken that Haru had done this.
Not that Makoto knows how to cast his friend aside, even if lawfully, he should do what's "right." How in god's name were they going to get rid of this?
When Haru returns, Makoto, a little covered in blood now and wearing dish washing gloves, has wrapped the body up into a sheet and put it nearer to the back door, and is now working on cleaning up a little of the mess. Just enough to get the worst of it... so it didn't look like his best friend had just murdered a man.
Makoto couldn't stop remembering that he was making himself an accomplice through all of this.))
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((Once Haru has gone... Makoto isn't sure what he's left with besides a desire to empty his stomach. He stares at the unfamiliar girl, a little heart broken over the fact that his was.. once someone with a life and story... And a little heart broken that Haru had done this.
Not that Makoto knows how to cast his friend aside, even if lawfully, he should do what's "right." How in god's name were they going to get rid of this?
When Haru returns, Makoto, a little covered in blood now and wearing dish washing gloves, has wrapped the body up into a sheet and put it nearer to the back door, and is now working on cleaning up a little of the mess. Just enough to get the worst of it... so it didn't look like his best friend had just murdered a man.
Makoto couldn't stop remembering that he was making himself an accomplice through all of this.))