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[dummschwallen]

WHO: Schuldig, Daisya Barry
WHAT: Distraction tactics.
WHERE: Outside the Crab Claw
WHEN: 48+ hours post ball.

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[sh_hereisgone]

Daisya walked up the street glumly, resisting the urge to kick rocks or other debris in his path. He was so busy scolding himself for being such an idiot that he nearly walked right past Schuldich, and he paused and turned back, blinking.

"Oh, hey. Sorry 'bout that... got caught up in thinkin'. Okay, so where're we headed?"

[dummschwallen]

"Hey, hey, first of all," he said, offering a crooked grin, "no long faces here, Daisy." Not like he could start with Good to finally meet you or maybe even So what's wrong, like a normal person.

Girl trouble.

Or man trouble.

Or something.

That was usually the problem. Schuldig let out a little sigh and wished he'd brought his headband. Maybe he'd get a haircut.

"Come on," he said. "We'll walk. We'll talk. You'll tell me what's got you so down in the dumps."

[sh_hereisgone]

Daisya blinked, then smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "Sorry, man," he said. "I'll try an' get over it... it's probably me just overreactin' to shit as usual. I tend to get more involved in things like that than I should."

[dummschwallen]

"I can't read your mind tonight," he said, because it was true; his head hurt, and he'd... Well. Gone a little overboard. It was time to relax and let his brain cool down for a bit. "So we can talk it out, or we can just pretend it never happened. Whatever floats your boat." He stuck his hands in his pockets, eyes flicked over to Daisya. Smiled, half-heartedly. He did care. It was just--words. Those things.