“Not really, I see it every day,” I walk to the opposite end of where the girl stands and I take a seat, bento in hand.
A long minute passes as I open my bento, eating it quietly before the girl speaks up, “Are you just going to take my word for it?”
“For what?” I respond without a second thought.
“Killing myself.”
“Yes.”
“Wha- no you can’t just- I mean you totally can, but... you can be accused of pushing me off the roof!”
“I don’t have a motive to, dumbass,” I take another bite of my bento.
A long minute passes as I open my bento, eating it quietly before the girl speaks up, “Are you just going to take my word for it?”
“For what?” I respond without a second thought.
“Killing myself.”
“Yes.”
“Wha- no you can’t just- I mean you totally can, but... you can be accused of pushing me off the roof!”
“I don’t have a motive to, dumbass,” I take another bite of my bento.