[CENTER][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/220123/b3c5ef84c71ca67f2d25922c469c4763.png [/IMG][/center]
[hr][right][color=gray]Mods, Asura is pickleposting in the time-bar again.[/color][/right][hr]A lot happened at once. Her plan had failed—oh well, them’s were the breaks, it was [i]Shiori[/i] she was trying to reason with after all. Totsuka finally chimed in too, and he wasn't too happy either; in fact he made his unhappiness abundantly and pointedly clear. He said some pretty harsh things, things that, once, would have struck pretty deep and hurt about as much as she imagined Sakaguchi's face did. Some of those things might have even been true. But true or not, they didn't phase her like they used to anymore. The reality was that Totsuka wasn't saying anything she hadn't heard before; it was the same song and dance she got from everyone who was mad they got caught doing fucked up shit. [i]'Vulture,'[/i] [i]'weasel,'[/i] attacks at her character followed by the exact same things that drew her in in the first place: threats, then probably violence. Sprinkle crude remarks to taste, demand compliance for garnish—same dish, different chef. 

[color=92278f]“Yeah man, I understand,”[/color] she said dryly, and maybe she meant it, but likely she didn't. Honestly, she hardly knew the answer herself. It [i]did[/i] make her sad when Shiori was mad at her, but at this point it was what it was. [color=92278f]“Easy it is.”[/color]

Then, just as she’d prepared herself for a good few thwacks to the face, fucking [i]Yun,[/i] beautiful angel Yun with his ridiculous fucking phone and his live stream nonsense, showed up, and all the anger funneled away from her and right on to him. 

Mostly. 

Kanna had the reflex to brace herself, but Shiori was tough, and that knee was strong. She held on to some of her wind, but the rest went rushing right out of her mouth. She fell to her knees while Totsuka’s threats found the same new target Shiori did. 

It didn’t take long to wrestle her composure back. The beatdowns weren’t new. Knees to the stomach hurt, but she’d taken those before breakfast some days and still gone to school whistling. By the time Shiori had Yun on the ground, she was already back on her feet. 

Damn, poor guy was in a bad way. Yun had an…energy to him, but he was probably mince meat by the time this was over, and there wasn’t much she could do to help him. Not short of—

Kanna felt the disposable around her neck. Suddenly the pain seemed oh so distant. 

[i]Click.[/i]

…

[i]Click. Click. Click.[/i]

She bolted across the park, getting as many snaps of Shiori and Totsuka’s assailing Yun as she could. Disposables didn’t have the best quality, some would definitely be better than others, but she was certain there’d be plenty of usable material here.