[Kenya]: Naa, Kenya. Let's picnic in the park tomorrow. I won't take no for an answer.
[Self]: With the worse each rumor gets about Atobe, I get more worried about Kenya. I can feel his impatience through the floor as he paces in his room. It doesn't help that I know how frustrated he's getting. All I can really hope, is that the proposed picnic distracts him long enough to get his blood pressure down, and keep him sane for a little while. Even if I might have to drag him out in the first place.
Though I can't even begin to fathom what's going on with Atobe at the moment. I know most of these rumors sound too absurd to be true. Still, they're disconcerting. Just what happened to him? Surely he would have laid them to rest by now, if he was alright.