014. [RL with Shiro]

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[ She's lying on the couch, tossing Haro up and down; she's still a bit shaken from-- well, dying-- but is more frustrated than anything else. It would have been fun if she hadn't had to worry about Michael, and then to learn she had just been yanked around and the whole thing didn't even count and she'd lost three days in there and everyone had seen her all dirty and covered with blood-- she was, in essence, incredibly cranky. ]

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[Cranky was one thing, but Shiro was pretty much devastated. He still thought she was dead, murdered by a little bitch with girly-looking hair and a name like Kandi or something. He'd honestly come round to the house to talk to Cross, 'cause he was fairly sure that the bastard was something to do with him. And by talk, he meant absolutely beat the shit out of. Okay, he was a general or some shit, but he was still human, right?

He wasn't here because he was hoping by some small chance that it was all a mistake, and she was actually in her room listening to terrible pop music, or begging her dad for more allowance, or anything. And he certainly wasn't going to do any pussy shit like cry on her bed while sniffing her pillow. Absofuckinglutely not.

Honest.

It was for totally normal, manly reasons that he was now banging on the front door.]