[video, public (unfortunately)]

[sceyence]

[Alright... Now Kenjirou is drunk.]

Doesn't really matter where we are, does it?

[Whatever alcohol Kenjirou had kept throughout his time in Exsilium and accumulated during missions has been officially depleted. It's been a rough couple of months, and they're only getting rougher. Still, there was one constant that allowed him to keep going. Now that she's gone, it really has become too much to bear. Honestly, a dark part of him wishes she hadn't come in the first place so he wouldn't have to deal with what seems (and Kenjirou fully expects to be) the death of a family member for the third time. His judgment has been a little compromised by the stress, so clearly, the only rational course of action is to make an ass out of himself on the network.]

's not like the scenery down there was breathtaking, either. And even if we get enough supplies to make it through, even if... [give him a second] ...Even if we return things to the way they were, what's the endgame? Don't really care about whatever war this is part of. Nothing but trouble...

I... ugh.

Class is... cancelled. Indefinet--... Indifi--... Forever.

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[sceyence]

No, I...

[Okay. Collect your thoughts, Kenjirou. Try not to think about the embarrassment from a second ago. Definitely try not to think about how you had the worst thing that can happen to anyone happen to you today.]

[...Nope. There it is. Aaand there's the bitter mix of anger and desperation.]

Bedtime's for kids. Take your own advice.

[icy_heavens]

I'm not a child. [The only reason he doesn't sound annoyed when he says this is because that kind of annoyance is wasted on drunks.]

All you're going to wind up doing is making an ass of yourself.

[sceyence]

That's basically what I do everyday.

[...Well, time to close up shop, because that's as self-aware as Kenjirou's going to get in his entire life. He didn't get to that conclusion through actual introspection, but still.]

What does it matter to you, anyways...?