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[powerhittou]

[Well. Mr. Endless Dragon Energy certainly is looking a lot more subdued tonight. Maybe even just a little tired with the way he's staring dully at the screen, his hand moving right at the edge of the camera's view and making loud tapping noises.]

Are you kidding me with... -Oh, shit. [He blinks, looking slightly more alert. But just slightly.] That explains it. Thought I hit text. Oookay. Uh, what was I gonna...

[The view shifts as he sets the jpad down and leans out of view, but he keeps talking.]

Hey, so did anyone ever figure out why it was raining rocks that one time? Crazy. Lots of crazy stuff here.

[Aaand he's back! He takes a long, slow sip out of what looks like a shot glass and scrunches his face up a little.]

We could make it crazier. Anyone in this place know how to party? It's the weekend and now I have this big little empty house all to myself and some leftover sake - [He makes a small gesture with the glass.] - and a ton of vegetables and no way to keep on my a-game with b-ball but I got... swords now. which is cool. Nobody to teach me to use them but I got'em.

...Was b-ball baseball or was it basketball...

[The hell was he even taking about? Baby's first unsupervised drinking night is going superbly. He gazes off at nothing in particular for a long moment before remembering that it's recording, and he flashes a sloppy grin.]

Crazy wild party at Bonnnnn-tennnnnnnn Farm. No. Kaaaa-taaa-ko farm now. Ha.

[Give him another second to remember to actually cut the feed. Surely nobody in their right mind is going to show up, right? ...Right? There isn't a crazy party, only sad loneliness and a drunk, moody teenager.]

Comments

[strikecommand]

Oh. All right.

[Disappointing...]

B-ball does usually stand for basketball.

[powerhittou]

Well this is my version. I'm reclaiming it. From now on, B-Ball is Baseball 'round here and that's that, you see?

[...Which, honestly, is probably the same crap he'd be spouting if he were sober. Someone put this kid in time-out.]

[strikecommand]

That's not really how it works.

[You're gonna have to fight him for this.]

[powerhittou]

[You think he's not always ready to fight over STUPID SHIT?!]

Oh yeah? I don't see anyone around here who's gonna stop me. Especially since nobody here even knows any better. They ain't never even heard of baseball.

[strikecommand]

Who hasn't heard of baseball?

[powerhittou]

Right?! Day I got here I was all set to find a field and people to practice with and nobody had a clue what I was talking about... Now I've wasted a whole summer getting rusty because I got put on the wrong bus.

Shit! I'm gonna kill that Ieyasu!! AAAAHHH!!

[strikecommand]

Do you. Need someone to play baseball with you.

[powerhittou]

[There's just a long stuffy, drunken kind of sniffle, and then,]

Only if you don't suck at it.

[strikecommand]

I don't.

[powerhittou]

We'll see.

I'm a little- I think this is what drunk feels like, so pick a time and place that isn't right now and I'll come kick your asssss.

[strikecommand]

Why don't you just message me when you feel better?