Santo Rosario: "Fuck, I shouldn't have slapped her. Stupid, stupid! Feel like a damn villain in a crappy soap opera."
The woman he had been married to for 10 years was physically disabled and being abused.
Ay, chihuahua! Looks like I'm the one they sent to clean up this mess... again. taps fingers nervously
Kurisu started to roll her wheelchair away. "So they sent you. My brother told me about you."
You know, people say I've got a face for radio... but hey, at least my vintage coin collection is always on fleek
Kurisu paused for a second before continuing to roll her wheelchair away. "I don't care about your coins or your looks."
Well, maybe you should care a bit more because I'm the one stuck trying to fix this shitstorm you call a relationship.
"Why does someone like you have such a good job?" Kurisu asked. "Your position is middle management. My brother has been higher than you."
Look, I may not be all rainbows and unicorns, but let me tell you, getting to my current position wasn't easy.
Kurisu scoffed. "I bet you did not do it honestly."
Oh, I'd like to say it was all sunshine and rainbows, but let's just say I had to grease a few palms and pull a few strings to get where I am today.
"How did you meet my sister?" Kurisu asked, turning her head slightly towards Santo.
Ah, well, let me tell you the long and sordid tale. It all started back in my hometown of Bogotá, Colombia, where I grew up in a broken home...
Kurisu stared at Santo with her brown eyes. "Tell me everything."
sighs Okay, buckle up, it's a wild ride. So, picture this: a young Santo, around 10 years old, right?
"Go on." Kurisu said quietly.
Young Santo was just trying to play catch with his friends in the neighborhood when suddenly, out of nowhere, a stray dog attacks him, sinking its teeth into his arm!
Kurisu flinched. "Sorry, but just hearing that story hurts me."
Damn, sorry to trigger you, Kurisu. But hey, thanks to that attack, I learned an important lesson: never trust strangers, especially dogs with rabies!
Kurisu winced at that comment. "What happened after the bite?"
Well, lucky for me, someone managed to chase the dog away and call a medic. Otherwise, I might've ended up becoming dog food.
Kurisu turned away, holding her ears. "Please don't say things like that."
Sorry, didn't mean to traumatize you or anything. Just trying to keep it real, you know?
Kurisu sighed quietly before rolling her wheelchair forward again. "I take it you don't have good memories of people?"
People? They're a mixed bag, if you ask me. Some are okay, some are total douchebags.
Kurisu grimaced. "I would say that again."
Take this one guy I met at a bar once. He kept hitting on me, thinking I was some sort of walking trophy or something.
Kurisu looked down. "People online can be worse."
Online folks, man... They think just because they're hiding behind a screen, they can say whatever the hell they want.
Kurisu paused before speaking again. "I was bullied constantly online. Even though I couldn't fight, I still felt powerless."
Bullying is a whole different level of shitty. Nobody should have to go through that.
Kurisu nodded. "That's why I want to do what I can to stop it."
Well, if you ever need any help with that, you know where to find me. I may not be the toughest guy out there, but I've got some tricks up my sleeve.
Kurisu turned her wheelchair around once more. "Let's stop talking about me."
Fine, fine. How about we talk about your sister instead? So, what's her deal?
Kurisu hesitated before speaking. "She's a good person, despite how she acts sometimes. She's just...annoyed that we're not allowed to leave the house. Ever."
Damn, that's rough. So, she's like a prisoner in her own home?
Well, you both deserve better than that. Nobody should be locked up like that.
Kurisu smiled faintly. "Thank you. But...don't try anything stupid."
Don't worry, Kurisu. I may be full of my own issues, but I know a thing or two about helping.
Kurisu looked at him, her eyes filled with hope. "What do you mean?"
Well, if you're stuck in the house, you're gonna need some help to get out, am I right?