Originally Posted by
InTheMachine
November 1st
Keith
Drake smiles a little as Keith talks about Yuki and her reactions. “That sounds like her.”
He takes a moment to fix his mussed hair, staying silent while he thinks. “I’ll talk to her,” he says firmly. “If I can’t talk to my own girlfriend, what kinda Team Lead am I?”
“Thanks Keith,” he says quietly. “It’s not often I talk to somebody like this, but you really helped.”
The bus rumbles around the corner and Drake stands. He wavers a moment before he seems to find his balance, and Keith can see fresh red and silver blood coloring the bottom of the South Sider’s shirt.