[ Ah, so Lu Meng doesn't want to talk about cleaning. What a shame.
But it's harder to take anything else more serious in and especially what Lu Meng wants to talk about, the facts that should be shocking barely registering to Red when he hears them. What was supposed to be (and was) a celebratory day has turned into this, and it squeezes at his heart inside his chest.
The paper cup suddenly wastes away halfway then, liquid spilling over Red's hands and onto his trousers and causing him to jump up from his seat. He wipes at it, his other hand balling into a fist around the remnants he still holds before he lets it drop, and he stands there with agitation on his face, a growing spike of irritation worrying him on top of everything else.
Red's silent like that for a while, before his own silence--all of this--becomes too much. ]
I can't do this right now, I just-- I want to see my pokémon. I don't want to think about any of this right now.
[ But while that might be enough, his tongue doesn't seem to want to stop there. ] I ruined his day, Lu Meng. I ruined yours. And because of something I can't remember? How? Who am I turning into?
[ Red shakes his head, wishing instantly he could take back those last words especially, the fear leaking out from him intermingled with worry. He's losing what hold he did have, and he takes a step away from the man. ]
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But it's harder to take anything else more serious in and especially what Lu Meng wants to talk about, the facts that should be shocking barely registering to Red when he hears them. What was supposed to be (and was) a celebratory day has turned into this, and it squeezes at his heart inside his chest.
The paper cup suddenly wastes away halfway then, liquid spilling over Red's hands and onto his trousers and causing him to jump up from his seat. He wipes at it, his other hand balling into a fist around the remnants he still holds before he lets it drop, and he stands there with agitation on his face, a growing spike of irritation worrying him on top of everything else.
Red's silent like that for a while, before his own silence--all of this--becomes too much. ]
I can't do this right now, I just-- I want to see my pokémon. I don't want to think about any of this right now.
[ But while that might be enough, his tongue doesn't seem to want to stop there. ] I ruined his day, Lu Meng. I ruined yours. And because of something I can't remember? How? Who am I turning into?
[ Red shakes his head, wishing instantly he could take back those last words especially, the fear leaking out from him intermingled with worry. He's losing what hold he did have, and he takes a step away from the man. ]
I need to clear my head. Just let me do that.