<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Trouble in Paradise</strong></span></div><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Rt2ECxS.gif)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Kevin Finch<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>May 6th, 2019<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Mitsuhara Private School, School Gates<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Mallory Minato|Mentioned: Reckley Stiles<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Purple Haze<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Rugby Shirt and Khakis<br/><hr/><br/><em>What do I do?</em>Kevin didn't have an answer. No one did. What he just saw was  - indescribable. Inexplicable, even. Was this what his parents said to watch for? He would ask, but then he might find himself having to protect Mal from<em>them</em>, and there was no doubt about it - right now, even as Mallory had used whatever it was to protect<em>him</em>, she was more in need of protection than ever. If only he knew what to do.<br/><br/>For the moment, he'd have to fake it.<br/><br/>"Well first things first, we get up. Then we clean ourselves off. After that... they'll need help." Frankly, helping Reckley and his merry band of bastards was not what he wanted to do, but leaving them out here to suffer was cold. He had a feeling they wouldn't be saying too much, even if they were in a condition to register what had gone on. He still only had the most sketchy of memory of what he might have seen. But they'd have to be sure. If anything got out about this, it was the end. He knew his parents too well, and he knew the people they worked with, were too powerful to let this out. "We'll have to make sure they don't know anything, and if they do..." Well he didn't know what to do then. It was exactly the kind of leverage the guy might be tempted to use, even if he knew he'd go down with them. Then again, Reckley probably put himself first.<br/><br/>These weren't thoughts Kevin was happy to have. Generally he liked things to be straight, narrow, and morally unambiguous. But this was<em>Mal</em>- so he'd bend whatever had to be bent. If he felt bad, well, this was all because of him and what she had to do to save him. On top of everything else, that meant he owed her. "We'll get through this." His eyes were steely even as he grasped her hand in both of his. "I promise. But this stays between the two of us. Trust me. No one else can know."<br/><br/>With that, the die was cast.