✕ ☠ twenty three . VOICE

[rossovento]

...September already? Tch.

Just my luck. I didn't want to be here for--- [ he cuts himself off ]

That stupid Baseball Idiot still hasn't shown up... Dumbass.

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[torrenziale]

It's been September for a good week now. Don't you pay attention?

[rossovento]

Tch. It's the date I'm more occupied with.

[torrenziale]

It's the eighth; go find a goddamn calendar.

[rossovento]

I know that, idiot.

[torrenziale]

Tch. Then what's with all the fuss? I was trying to read.

[rossovento]

...I didn't want to be here for tomorrow.

[torrenziale]

No one would want to be here tomorrow, brat. Fuck. I don't want to be here today.

Why are you complaining about this now?

[rossovento]

[ gives a small groan... Didn't really want to admit it. ]

Tomorrow's my birthday.

[torrenziale]

It's just a daaay. Don't get bent out of shape.

So you'll be like, what, fourteen, or something?

[rossovento]

...Sixteen.

[torrenziale]

...Huh. Really?

[rossovento]

Yeah? Why the hell would I lie about my age in a place where I can walk into a store and get cigarettes without being carded?

[torrenziale]

You're a dumbass. That shit'll kill you.

[rossovento]

Don't you think I know that? I've been smoking since I was 12.

[torrenziale]

VOI! You're a bigger dumbass than I thought!

What are you gonna do if you make it to 18? Strike fear into the heart of your enemies by hacking up a lung? Or maybe you'll impress them with your asthmatic wheezing.

[rossovento]

...What the fuck do you mean, "if I make it to 18"?