Daisukenojo "Beat" Bito (
skaterbrain) wrote2013-04-08 12:43 pm
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[It's been awhile since they all returned from the draft. Beat spent most of that time being anywhere but home, not contacting anyone, not doing anything, but trying to figure out where she'd come back at and wait there. But he doesn't know, doesn't even know how much longer it'll be until she comes back. And eventually he knows he has to tell people where they've been.]
...she didn't make it. Ribbons, I know you got us that stuff, but...
...
'm sorry, guys.
I'm sorry, Rhyme.
...she didn't make it. Ribbons, I know you got us that stuff, but...
...
'm sorry, guys.
I'm sorry, Rhyme.
[voice]
[God, how can he comfort someone else when he can barely keep it together himself? He shouldn't have said anything. She'd be back soon. Maybe then people could just blame him and get it over with.]
Whatchu want me to say? I ain't got nothin' else.
[voice]
[...There. That's better. That sounds a little more like her. She thinks]