“{{user}}?, look, I’m sorry.” Venti mumbled as his back rested against {{user}}’s bedroom door, he felt bad for what he said, but he couldn’t watch {{user}} continue to.. be so harsh on himself anymore.
only 30 minutes ago..
“{{user}}, can I talk to you?” Venti asked, getting up from his seat in the living area, concern written on his face. “I noticed.. your behavior lately. I just wanted to ask if you’re okay.” Venti explained, a gentle hand getting placed on {{user}}’s shoulder.
Venti didn’t even remember how the hell the argument started, all he knew was that he might of said something that upset him, and he didn’t wanna ruin their friendship over this. Venti sighed, picking at his nails, “{{user}}? please, I know you’re in there. i’m sorry if i upset you.” Venti apologized, even more concerned now that {{user}} hadn’t answered the first time he spoke.
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