[He flinches under the sudden weight of the jacket, and for some frantic reason he thinks maybe I was wrong and looks up to one of the sleeves, heart thumping wildly in his chest—but he can see easily that there's no red or white, and he knows it's not Barnaby's. The name dies on his lips before a syllable can get out.
His heart plummets back down, as he pulls the jacket, letting it overtake his face until just the clenched fingers are exposed against the black. Of course it's him. He always runs off after him, right? All annoyed and huffy about what the kitchen worker's getting himself into. He appreciates that.
But right now, he wishes he didn't.
Did he even know? He wasn't sure if anyone knew. Barnaby's a private person. Always has been, always will be. Kotetsu... well, he was probably the first to see that he was gone. Was definitely the first to see he was gone.
His jaw quivers, but he's hidden. It's a good mask, this jacket.]
Bunny's stuff is gone.
[It's not a lot, and it's almost lost in the rain. He tries his best to make it sound neutral, but it's a harsh effort.]
All of it's gone.
[Not only did he die, but he left dead. It's too much for him.]
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His heart plummets back down, as he pulls the jacket, letting it overtake his face until just the clenched fingers are exposed against the black. Of course it's him. He always runs off after him, right? All annoyed and huffy about what the kitchen worker's getting himself into. He appreciates that.
But right now, he wishes he didn't.
Did he even know? He wasn't sure if anyone knew. Barnaby's a private person. Always has been, always will be. Kotetsu... well, he was probably the first to see that he was gone. Was definitely the first to see he was gone.
His jaw quivers, but he's hidden. It's a good mask, this jacket.]
Bunny's stuff is gone.
[It's not a lot, and it's almost lost in the rain. He tries his best to make it sound neutral, but it's a harsh effort.]
All of it's gone.
[Not only did he die, but he left dead. It's too much for him.]