[Kishka Burzanova]

KISHKA BURZANOVA

Kishka, only slightly reluctantly, allowed Holly to slump into her as the girl continued crying. She sat there, holding her friend as she gave her speech, then as she patiently waited for Holly to digest her words, and reply. It was a long two minutes, but a two minutes that she could easily wait through, in thought. Mostly, she was thinking about how far she was going to telekinetically shove her boot up Ryan's ass the next time she saw his spineless cowardly ass. To think, he couldn't have just broken up with Holly like a normal-ass person if he wasn't interested in being with her anymore- no, he had to make some big, dramatic, scene of trying to off himself, and now the poor impressionable girl seemed to think it was a fantastic idea because he was going to do it. Man, if Argent was ever on some stupid-ass bullshit like that, she'd fucking dare him to pull the trigger. As much as she loved him, and as much as he was way better than shitty stupid Ryan. If he was on some dumb shit, then she'd tell him to do it, because she knew anyone who was that melodramatic about killing himself was just playing it up for emotional manipulation. Oldest trick in the book. And clearly, it had worked; he had poor Holly all kinds of fucked up, on top of her Rochdale trauma. As if she needed to be any more fucked up! Her brain was, on its best days, if she was being honest, sort of like an abstract splatter painting, just all over the place and messy and confusing as hell. And right now, it was like someone ran that painting through a wood chipper, and reassembled it with a hot glue gun and some glitter markers or something. Holly perked up, just a little bit, and Kishka did her best to support her weak attempt to sit up straight, as she listened to the pink-haired girl's words. She smiled. "Good. I'm glad I could help you sort things out. I can help you back to your room, if you-" Slump. Out like a fucking light. Holly just kinda collapsed on her like a snoozing potato sack or something, and Kishka paused mid-sentence as she appreciated the sheer speed with which Holly managed to pass the fuck out. It was kind of impressive, honestly. "-would like me to... I'll take this as a yes." Gently lowering Holly to the floor, Kishka stood up, and just-as-gently, lifted the little gardener up in her arms, straining just a little bit- Kishka wasn't exactly a physical powerhouse, by any means, after all. Holly in tow, she left the Gardenin Club room, heading off to her friend's equally-plant-filled bedroom. It had been one hell of a wild conversation, from start to finish... She had a lot to think about and process, herself, and just a whole lot of contemplation to do in general. But all of that could wait until later. Because as soon as she got Holly back to her room, she was probably headed for her own room shortly after. It was definitely time for a nap...

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[Jay]

XP Distribution:

Kishka Burzanova: 123 XP
444 + 123 = 567


Holly Hock: 135 XP
294 + 135 = 429