have to deal with this... assuming you are real.

... I thought you were leaving me behind. Betraying me. Just like *Him.*

[ Kazutora struggled to hold back tears that had already welled up in his eyes, his expression contorted by the anger Mokou's absence and apparent reappearance put him through. ]

... I'm sorry. You just got back, and you +

I can't... I can't hurt you. Even if you are a fake, I can't hurt you...

traitors. This one was a lot less blonde, though. Oh well. He slowly approached "Mokou" with eyes burning with hatred, a fist raised and shooting forward, only to stop just inches away from their face. His fist relaxed itself, only for that same hand to start trembling weakly. ]

... I can't do it.

ahead of time? Why should he trust his delusions now? ]

You're not the first one to say that. Why should I believe you?

at all. His mind HAD to be playing tricks on him. As he looked up at his "delusion", he just chuckled and shrugged them off. ]

... I'm used to this by now. Go away. You're just gonna disappear if I pay no attention to you, anyway.

[ ... is his mind playing tricks on him? It must be. He's spent God knows how long in the Dark World. He's been surviving off of what Mokou's had available here, but otherwise, he's refused to leave their home for very long. Kazutora couldn't. Not until Mokou came back. But he's barely slept, if +

even around...

Finally, the silence and monotony was broken, as an alarm went off on his phone -- "Happy Birthday, Kazutora!", it read. He didn't forget... but Mokou wouldn't either. The delinquent could only start up some pained laughter as he laid back against their floor. ]

Yeah... some birthday. Mama isn't +

I WILL NOT. YOU STARTED THIS, YOU WILL ACCEPT THE CONSEQUENCES.

Stand ready for my arrival. You have three hours.

nah. come here.

OOC.

I'll make it worse.

I'll take some, sure. I could probably use it...