Kio gaped. He had not met with this kind of hostility since he'd tried talking to Soubi and-- wait, what? Bled to death?
"You don't look like someone who's bled to death." He sounded uncouth, but he was genuinely curious. "All I know is that the Institute blew up last night. Well, by the looks of it now, you couldn't tell, but when can you ever be sure. I didn't notice anything else strange, so... what happened?"
He tried to make himself less obtrusive and finished his breakfast hastily, proceeding to sip on his orange juice. It was obvious that whatever this man had gone through, it had been traumatic and long. On his first night. A double-whopper. Kio hoped that if he truly opened up, he could be helped.
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"You don't look like someone who's bled to death." He sounded uncouth, but he was genuinely curious. "All I know is that the Institute blew up last night. Well, by the looks of it now, you couldn't tell, but when can you ever be sure. I didn't notice anything else strange, so... what happened?"
He tried to make himself less obtrusive and finished his breakfast hastily, proceeding to sip on his orange juice. It was obvious that whatever this man had gone through, it had been traumatic and long. On his first night. A double-whopper. Kio hoped that if he truly opened up, he could be helped.