Board Thread:Konoha General RP/@comment-26068742-20170827205639/@comment-28929139-20170829062408

She smiled back at Deucalion when it seemed that it finally sank in what she was getting at. It was natural to want to just curl up die after you've seen enough of your loved ones get stolen from you, but Sup Pung wasn't having that. If Deucalion needed time to cry, cope and dope up on alcohol, that was perfectly fine but she wasn't going to let him wallow in this depression forever. He'd had two years to mourn for the loss of one and a little more than a year for the other. Even if she didn't know either woman that well, Sup Pung was willing to bet money that neither woman would want him to become a hermit and forsake the rest of his life just because their own had come to an end.

"I'll give you space if you want it, but you drinking your ass fat, black and blue's not gonna fly. Got it?" Whatever he said in response, she just leaned back against the couch, putting her drink down. When he challenged her to show him how she felt, she gave him a more firm look. "Would I be here if I didn't care about you? You think I'd have spent the night with your dad letting him cry a stain into my favorite blouse? Or spend countless hours in the hospital waiting for your ass to wake up?" She scooted next to him now, leaning her head against his shoulder, taking a sigh. "I'll show you more....but you can't shut me out. It doesn't work like that."