Function \\ Three

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[Haraken's sitting behind the movie theater, tucked next to an empty dumpster on a chair that looks like it got tossed out of the theater's lounge for having one tear too many. There's a holographic diary suspended in the air over his lap. He's shoved his glasses up onto his forehead and now has his wrist pressed against his eyes, his shoulders jerking every once in a while. A few tears fall through the image and onto his lap, making the diary's pages glitch momentarily.]

I'm sorry... I am...

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[mercwamouth]

Don't worry about it.

[coiledheart.livejournal.com]

[Haraken looks up at him, either not getting it or not caring to.]

[mercwamouth]

Now give us a smile.

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[...very strange person. This place has a lot of cosplayers.] I'm fine.

[mercwamouth]

No you're not.

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[He shrugs and looks away.]

[mercwamouth]

What's your name again, kid?

[coiledheart.livejournal.com]

Harakawa Ken'ichi.

[mercwamouth]

...I'm just gonna call you Ken.

Ken, no one likes a crybaby.

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[He shrugs, still not looking Deadpool in the face. He's used to being disliked. :| Or at least not actively liked.]

[mercwamouth]

Seriously. You're killing the mood here. Cheer the hell up.