Looking at the police officer, the therapist scoffed. "That boy is no criminal."
"That boy is the former figurehead of Team Plasma. Team Plasma was a criminal organization. That young man is indeed a criminal."
The therapist, Serenity Morales, sighed. "It's in his posture," she argued.
"What's in his posture?" the police officer asked.
"That boy is an abused boy suffering from years of neglect, no responsible parental figures, and less human contact than a newly-hatched wild Pokemon."
-- BrokeN -- BrokeN -- BrokeN --
N's POV:
N's Journal
My therapist gave me a present today. She said it wasn't so much a present as a friend. It w
Grell looked up. Down. Up again. "Oh no. No no no. It was my turn last time!"
As if talking to a two-year-old, William slowly began to speak. "This is the first time we have started with the Lottery, it's only natural that some people work twice in a row."
"Can I at least-"
"No."
"What about-"
"NO."
"Even-"
"NO!" the shinigami chorused.
Sitting outside a bar, Grell looked at his watch. "Late for his own death... ...how typical. I could be using this time to track down Sebby and the brat!"
Just as the last word was enunciated, a man with messy brown ha