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Zorion looked at Dakota worriedly, able to tell that something was clearly quite wrong. He brushed a hand down Dakota's cheek and began softly whispering soothing things again. "It's okay, Kota. You're okay. I got you," he whispered, his caring-for-others-mode completely on again, pushing away his own feelings to take care of others as he almost always did.
"D'you wanna talk about it?" Zorion asked gently, knowing that it was clear he actually was giving Dakota a choice. His tone and expression were worried but calm and kind as well. He hated that Dakota hated himself so much. He just wished he could do something to help but he was completely helpless, which he hated about himself. "I'm here for you if you need anythin' or wanna talk. I'm right here."
"D'you wanna talk about it?" Zorion asked gently, knowing that it was clear he actually was giving Dakota a choice. His tone and expression were worried but calm and kind as well. He hated that Dakota hated himself so much. He just wished he could do something to help but he was completely helpless, which he hated about himself. "I'm here for you if you need anythin' or wanna talk. I'm right here."
((Sorry had friend over))
Zorion looked over at Leo, and his expression was full of loving and gratitude. He leaned in and pecked Leo on his soft, full, and absolutely perfect lips before giving him a shy smile and then returning his gaze to Dakota. The boy was so hurt, so traumatized. He knew it was going to take a long time for Dakota to heal. He just wanted to help out as best he could.
Zorion looked over at Leo, and his expression was full of loving and gratitude. He leaned in and pecked Leo on his soft, full, and absolutely perfect lips before giving him a shy smile and then returning his gaze to Dakota. The boy was so hurt, so traumatized. He knew it was going to take a long time for Dakota to heal. He just wanted to help out as best he could.
((I don't know where Zero is... I've been trying to text them for a week and PM them as well but they still haven't responded... I'm rlly worried...))
((I've Hangouts messaged them 3 separate times over the last week and PM'ed them once and they haven't responded))

((I'm just gonna keep messaging them...maybe they'll respond? Idk what name to check for obituaries under, god forbid. I've tried different names they've given me that they go by irl but haven't found anything yet))
((Hey ya'll, I'm alive! Sorry!!!))
((But I have to go for right now. Love you guys, stay safe))
((Imma take a small break guys. I know I've been doing that, but things are stressing me out rn. But That's alright. It happens, right? So, I won't be on much at all soon))
Michael: *walks in with his hood up and coughs up blood violently*
((does anyone wanna roleplay?))
ѕнєяℓσ¢к ѕαℓναтσяє мαℓfσу wrote: "((This is an ongoing rp with several characters already))"
((oh can i join?))
((oh can i join?))



His mind was flooded with hate towards himself. He hated that he couldn't help Eli. Or Leo. Or Zor. He hated how pathetic he was. He hated his anxiety, and his depression. He hated that he hated himself. Was he just that desperate for attention? He knew deep down that he didn't do it for attention, but wouldn't allow himself that luxury. He was a horrible person, and he knew it. Why else would it have been drilled into his brain since he was a child?