“I’m not convinced. You are letting yourself get out of hand. What do you think I feel about the same thing? Hmm?” she replied now more sternly. “All I’m trying to do is help and you’re only pushing me aside as it’s no big issue. I’m sorry if this angers you Saru but hiding something as serious as this from your roommates, especially your friends, isn’t healthy. It will only continue to build on you and become a hindrance down the road,”
; A brazen laugh tumbled out of SARU’s lips, then, filling the space between them with a wild insanity that flared in his eyes for the barest hint of a moment.
Once he had started laughing, it seemed as if he couldn’t stop - although there was nothing funny about the blood trickling onto his shirt, nothing funny about Meia’s words, nothing funny about all the things he had done, absolutely nothing at all.
In-between breaths - “This isn’t funny-” and then another laugh.
When it seemed that he had finally settled down, somewhat, his lip still bleeding and raw, he looked to the purple haired girl across from him again.
“What do you mean, ‘as serious as this’? I’m not hiding. I don’t hide.”
The bitter tone on his lips was definitely not his and yet it was completely him, every syllable drenched in venom.
