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Who: Anyone
When: Day 27, morning
Where: Outside Apt C
What: Fidgety injured tiny hero showing his age

[THE MOST WHINY PREPUBESCENT VOICE]

I'm boooorrrrreeedddddddd.

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[looks away '-']

I had a few things on my mind I wanted to forget.

A few? (. . .I hope he didn't do anything else too regrettable.)

[uncomfortable . . . ]

I just - miss Ran, a little.

[gdit don't make my bracelet trigger]

. . .ah.

[yeah that was the truth except it's not "a little"]

That's all.

[y-yes, can assume this]

. . .

[awkward. SHOULDER PAT....]

['-']

(Ugh, I'm a lawyer, not a relationship counselor. . .still, he must have felt awful to drink that much.)

She's definitely still thinking about you, but what's done is done. Drinking isn't a long term solution anyway.

It's the only solution I have, Badger.

It doesn't seem very effective. . .! You might be building a tolerance.

. . .more of one, anyway.

You know I don't have much tolerance in the first place, as much as I drank back home.

. . . which is the point, really, I don't want to build up tolerance.

. . .

(It's one thing to drink our cares away when we're in a deathcave, bound to die at any moment--or even back home, where everything was relatively stable. But this. . .)

[...jiiiiiiii '-'...]

. . . don't look at me like that . . .

Ah--sorry.

You know, I'm never going to tell you stop drinking all together. It's, well. It's the best damn stress relief we've got here.

. . .

However, I will tell you to never drink to forget about anyone, even for a moment. Ever.

. . . I wasn't drinking to forget her, Badger.

But you wanted to forget that frustration.

Really, in the long run? If you just up and face everything that's crashing down on you. . .well, I think you'll feel a bit better. If not. [light shrug] You tried.

. . . I feel fine.

. . .

[t-twitch and puts his bracelet hand in his pocket]

Please don't do that.

—dammit Badger, don't wear that when we're talking.

I don't think I can even take it off anymore.

Anyway, I wouldn't even need it to call bullshit on that.

I'm functioning, that's "fine" enough for me. And moreso than I can say the last time I gave in faced up to everything crashing.

You're functioning sure. . .by living in a closet, closing almost everyone else off, and stashing the best drinks under your freaking bed sheets.

Is that really the way you want to spend the rest of your after life?

I haven't closed everyone off. I've tried, sure, but I keep falling flat on that.

I don't know how I want to spend it yet. It isn't as though I planned on even having one.

Keyword there is almost, Quartz.

Of course, and the rest of us totally planned for this. Yes, or no, is THAT the way you want to spend the rest of your LIFE?

Edited 2012-02-28 06:22 (UTC)

. . .

I don't know.