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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

[deathwished]

-- Don't call him that.

[Her response to the 'leper' comment is almost automatic, almost annoyed. She knows what that is, to some degree - or at least some of the connotations of the word.

Not cool, man. Not cool.]

[powerhittou]

Huh? What's the problem...?

[In his defense, Zack does remind him of a guy he knows who does happen to have leprosy.

.....But also Masamune's a just massive tool anyway.]

[deathwished]

Don’t call Zack a leper. ... Please. It just... I don’t like it.

[It’s cool, Masamune. We’re all massive tools here. Sad, broken tools. :’)]

[powerhittou]

[WHY YOU GOTTA BE LIKE THAT]

Fine, whatever... Anyway, he's a real jackass, and I ain't changing my mind on that one.

[deathwished]

[do you really want to know the answer to that question buddy]

...Zack is Zack.

[She's not about to say that he's not an asshole, what with the constant baps to the head and the yelling and the serial killing and the literally throwing her into an air duct, but...he swore to God that he'd kill her. That promise means the world to her.]

[powerhittou]

[MAYBE

SO HE CAN SAY IT'S WRONG]

Aaand? Don't tell me you actually like that guy.

[deathwished]

[yeah, that's a pretty valid opinion /side-eyes ray's parents

That question makes her pause though. Like...?]

...We...partnered up to escape a place.

[That's like liking someone, right??? pray she never starts showing emotions, masamune, pray hard]

[powerhittou]

Huh. Everyone just making their convenient little alliances here...

[There's the small clatter of bottle against cup and cup against table.]

Who needs'em.

[deathwished]

Before here.

[Whatever's in that bottle -- is alcohol, isn't it. She knows this attitude. She's seen this attitude, coarse and belligerent. "I don't need any of this." Yes, she's heard this before.

She's suddenly, almost, grateful for the screen and the distance. Her voice is quiet because really, is he even listening?]

[powerhittou]

Hum....

[Even with her voice dropped, he can hear her just fine - a lifetime of vision problems just means making up for it elsewhere - but listening ... hard to say with him, even sober and not stewing in his own angst.]

Sounds like it worked. Getting out of... wherever. I'm surprised considering I watched him get wrecked by some weird fluffy animals.

[deathwished]

[Haa, so he is listening. How very odd.]

Huh. I'll have to ask.

[There's this thing rising and clawing in her throat, just a bit. She knows the smell of alcohol and the slurring and

I'm not there anymore -- and Masamune is...not him. But his face is superimposed anyway, and it's not real but it is]

I think...I'd better go. Good night, sir.

[Good night, Dad.]