sanpatron:
In truth he really had no honest to god idea why he mentioned having a more flexible schedule now. Was it perhaps a bit of a Freudian slip meant to act as a way to vaguely mention the really nasty depressive period he was in? Perhaps. Or more than likely the man is simply an idiot who tends to not think before he speaks.
Actually let’s be real here, it’s probably a bit of both.
“ Yeah, it’s no problem. Honestly I was just going through a rough patch for a while there. One of those things people call a depressive period or whatever. Fuck if I know, I’m not a therapist. But yeah, just had to deal with some shit. Identity crisis and all that. Swear to god this island can be a real bitch at times. ”
His newfound sense of calm and acceptance of the situation at hand had really made the man a lot more ready to simply be himself now. Forget the need of fake names, lies about his path, and all other forms of bullshit. He knew who he was and he was damn proud of it! And if anyone had a problem with it? Well they can simply fuck right off for all he cared.
“ Honestly, sometimes I wonder what’s a lot more exhausting; dealing with the shit those idiots running the joint throw at us on a semi-regular basis, or running a gang back home. At least I had a lot more fun with the latter, hahaha! ”
“Ah, I see,” Eto responded calmly. “Well, such a thing isn’t that out of the ordinary. Rather, I think someone with a bit of introspection might even consider being in a funk... well, normal.”
She shrugged.
“After all, we were all ripped from our homes. Some people would have a lot of trouble adjusting to that.”
“People who are weak probably can’t handle it at all.”
Her smile widened, especially as the Boss continued to speak. A gang? Well, didn’t that sound fun? She chuckled at his words, politely covering her mouth with her hand, if only to hide the devilish smile creeping onto her lips.
“Ufufu... Oh, my! Doesn’t that sound exciting? It’s no wonder, then, that you had adjustment issues. You must have been lonely.”










