[The radio clicks on, beginning to broadcast a young boy speaking. His voice his hgh-pitched, clearly prepubescent, but it's impossible to miss the sheer emotion in his tone: There's a lot of anger there.]
--That was the day my mom died here. They called it an accident.... but it wasn't. I saw the whole thing... [The boy suddenly seems to have a
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When Cloud spoke, though, he lifted his head, looking over his shoulder at the other man. Despite his thoughts, his expression was rather neutral, and he lifted a hand in acknowledgment.] Hey. Need something?
[He hadn't forgotten that he had offered to speak with Cloud-- he owed him that much, really. Between his acidic words a week or two prior and the current situation, Cloud deserved to have things at least partially explained. Besides, Cloud had shared information on himself regarding Mushi and his past, and Castor knew he could be trusted for the most part. He was just reluctant to acknowledge that he could let himself speak to the man, there was no true danger in it. It was just easier to lie and tell ( ... )
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Well. Here they were. He fiddled with the cup a little, unsure if he should sit or just... take the tea and go. Notes to be re-written and all that.] ...thanks.
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For a moment, he looked as though about to speak, though instead closed his mouth and frowned for a moment. What the hell was there to say? And how to say anything without just looking desperate to talk? It had been so much easier when he had shared a room with Pollux, the overbearing man constantly pressing and asking questions. At least then he could nearly convince himself that he didn't need people. He lifted the cup to his lips, before putting the arch of his foot on the chair across from him, tilting his own onto its back legs.]
...This place is getting more fucked up about giving us memories, [He snorted, shaking his head.] As if ( ... )
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When Castor spoke up, though, it was obvious that he either didn't mind, or was just making smalltalk until Cloud decided to leave. Well, whatever... they didn't usually speak all that much, despite being neighbors and practically brothers. This was a good opportunity.
He took a sip of tea.] Yeah... the one good thing that can be said for this method is no weird aftereffects.
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Got a point with that one. Seems like everyone in the damn tree got one, too. [At least they were all on a level playing field-- he was hardly the only one with a negative memory. Hell, everyone was probably too busy focusing on their own to care. He tapped his fingers against the teacup, already a little annoyed with himself. So much for trying to have a conversation-- he was already fucking that up a bit.]
...Sorry for cutting you off. [Might as well apologize. A hand came up to rub his eyes and the bridge of his nose.] ...On the radio thing, I mean.
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Oh, uh... [He blinked at the apology, and shifted slightly so he was leaning against the counter. He didn't quite feel comfortable enough to sit, so this was a good compromise between standing and relaxing a bit.] ...it's fine. I shouldn't have been asking something that's none of my business.
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[He shrugged again- why was this conversation so much awkward than he had been expecting? Probably because they were both so reserved, and Castor's reactions hadn't really been favourable. That, and it was a... weird topic.]
It ain't so much that as it was on the fucking radio. [That was what bothered him more-- the fact that anyone could have been listening in. Lin, Paladin, Krile, Wolf, Rain-- anyone.] You're fine.
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He took another sip of tea, longer this time. It was a useful way to buy a little time to think.] ...yeah. Those things are almost worse than the journals for some things--can't really ink over anything you say.
[He could feel the awkward atmosphere, too... it was because they had similar dispositions, probably. It made talking seriously about anything like this hard; Cloud's mild teasing/distraction tactics over the radio didn't count as 'serious.']
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