[audio - Backdated to last night]

[taketheearsoff]

[Grainy radio static filters through the audio. Sander glowers down, disheveled and very unhappy. In fact, 'unhappy' barely grazes the surface of his fractured mind. A train wreck was more like it. He swaggers around the room, pacing and muttering with dark intentions and even darker conclusions. Betrayed. That's all he could think. Thoughts piling

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[pullsheavendown]

Sheepdo-you mean Riku? What did Riku do?

[audio]

[soggybucket]

Why, he only walked right out on me. I had confronted him, the boy was acting strange. Curious, even. And do you know what he said? He - said - I was "crazy cakes"!! OOOOooooooo the audacity!!!

[audio]

[pullsheavendown]

Crazy...cake? That doesn't sound like Riku.

[audio]

[soggybucket]

No?

[audio]

[pullsheavendown]

He doesn't really talk like that.

[audio]

[soggybucket]

Then fix your ears boy because that's what he - said. He huffed at my work, gawked at my words, then brushed me off like some-...some hack.

I heard him, as clear as Young Fitzpatrick's dying words!

[audio]

[pullsheavendown]

Then it sounds like something's wrong. Maybe he's upset about something that happened.

Who's Fitzpatrick?

[audio]

[soggybucket]

A young lad; someone you don't know. He was my - esteemed - pianist. He died for his passions; the piano consuming his soul and spirit. Piano was his life.

[audio]

[pullsheavendown]

Wow...I didn't know anyone could like doing something that much.

[audio]

[taketheearsoff]

Oh yes, it's so very possible. Obsession narrows the mind, focuses in on one single point. You breathe it. You live it.

[audio]

[pullsheavendown]

[Really has no idea what to say to that]

Too bad for him.