[Memory Broadcast]

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[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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[iattractmushi]

[He listens to all that in silence, and almost doesn't say anything, but...] ...so much for the positive side.

They fail so hard.

[iattractmushi]

Sure. If you want.

Man, they do. HOW DOES I SOCIAL?

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I don't got anything better to do later.

HOW DOES I CLOSE RELATIONSHIPS?

[iattractmushi]

Fine.

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[QL y/n?]

[iattractmushi]

[So very much Y

You start?]

Quicklog~

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[Castor was more than glad when the radio seemed to have stopped connecting him to everyone-- or at least something else had been broadcast and people were discussing that. The volume was turned down and a piece of cloth thrown over it to muffle the damn thing, and he had left his room, hoping the small kitchen would be barren to give him time tlo make some tea and get away for a bit

Quicklog~

[iattractmushi]

[After hearing that memory--and the discussion with Castor that followed it--Cloud had been having difficulty concentrating on the notes he was attempting to re-write. Maybe he'd pushed Castor too far...? He'd just been trying to get his 'brother's' mind off the memory and its rather depressing implications... but maybe the younger man's potential love-life wasn't the best topic he could have picked

Quicklog~

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[He hadn't paid too much mind to the sound of footsteps in the hall- there were always people in the building, each with their own agenda and schedule. Between Castor and Cloud and Rain and Juliet and all the other workers and the animals that hung around-- Well, footsteps didn't quite grab his attention when he was 'home'.

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

Quicklog~ fail tag, sorry

[iattractmushi]

Tea, actually. [He took the cup his 'brother' held out to him, curling his fingers around the smooth, cool surface.

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.

Quicklog~ that's okay, they're both failures.

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[He nodded- it was serendipitous, then. Tea poured, he moved to sit at the table, thinking it probably more comfortable. Sure, he could always just recluse back into his room, try to smother the sounds of the radio more, enough to sleep, or maybe just talk to Boy and toss a tennis ball for her, but that would leave him alone with his thoughts. Really, that was probably the worst thing he could do.

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

Quicklog~ I meant more I wrote a fail tag, but sure, let's go with that XD

[iattractmushi]

[Cloud hesitated, unsure if he should leave since Castor apparently wanted to stay in the kitchen. He had his tea, and the last few times he'd spoken to the younger man... the conversations had ended so awkwardly. Maybe Castor didn't want to speak with him.

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.

Quicklog~ fff, whatever, your tags are always awesome. xD

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[He let out a soft snort at that, a hollow show of amusement. Cloud had a point- he wasn't writing in sparkles or topped with rabbit ears after learning something about his past. He just had to deal with the whole tree knowing he was a murderer. Great. He probably would have rather had the weird effects.]

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.

Quicklog~ ahah, thank you bb

[iattractmushi]

[Cloud made an annoying clucking sound with his tongue.] Damn radio seems to be constantly making noise. I don't know how you manage to sleep with one in your room. [Cloud had been lucky that way--but since he was more out of his room than in it, maybe that's why he hadn't been forced to live with one there.]

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.

Quicklog~ <3 <3

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I just turned it as low as I could and covered it with blankets and shit. [Though, that hadn't stopped boy from grabbing it and chewing on the damn thing. It still worked, of course, but there were definitely some very visible tooth-marks. He was surprised she hadn't been shocked.] Noises don't bother me so much.

[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.

Quicklog~ <3 <3 - also 'annoying' should have been 'annoyed' /punts spelling errors

[iattractmushi]

Hnn, if you say so. [Well, you could get used to anything, he supposed--especially if you were tired enough.

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.']