[ well, if shōyō’s learned something post-corruption clarity, it’s that talking is a good thing. he knows that on any normal day, really. he shrugs and prods the inside of his cheek with his tongue. ]

Got in a fight with my roommate. He was just— being a real . . . Butt, when I needed him. [ he doesn’t know what else to call it. also, censorship! ] Maybe he was sick too, I dunno. Just haven’t talked to him or gone back home since.