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[Filtered to Ion:]

[Okay, first thing's first. He wants to get this out of the way since he's been sitting on it since...well, it happened. And he's actually a little surprised he hasn't heard from any of the Fon Master's little friends yet.

So he's going to make sure that didn't even happen.]

Saturday. Forget about it. Nothing happened that day, do you understand me? I don't want to hear about it again, from you or your stupid friends.

[And that was that.

He closes the book and then starts off, carefully through the ice. He slides where he can, keeping mindful of how slippery the ice is as he makes his way through the village. Really, he's not going anywhere in particular. Movement was best in cold weather like this, after all, and only sitting around was making him more and more mad.

Thinking in general made him more and more mad.

There's a chunk of ice that's hanging in the corner of his eye, and he walks over to it. With a few good kicks it's dislodged, and he moves it around on the frozen ground, his mind still racing.

Stupid place.

Stupid fruit.

Stupid Ion.

All of those thoughts combined together, and before he knew it, that piece of ice was kicked and went flying. When he hears the sound of the crash, he doesn't panic like a normal person would. "Oh my gosh, did I do that?" No, that won't be coming out of his mouth.

Instead he starts laughing, because that was a sort of release for him. He didn't care what he hit - it was just satisfying to hear that destructive noise.

Yeah, okay he's...starting to scrape up some more ice now.]

Comments

[Voice]

[distressedude]

[You know, getting to spend part of the day being friendly with Sync was more or less the highlight of that Saturday... unfortunately, it was also, more or less, the only highlight after being so overshadowed by all the terribly embarrassing things that happened that day.]

[And so, Ion isn't even going to make a fuss. He doesn't even sound too upset, still feeling far too tense from the whole experiment itself, really.]

I understand. Nothing happened between us. And I'll never bring it up again.



[HEY SYNC HEY SYNC LOOK WE'RE AGREEING ON SOMETHING! :D :D :D]

[Voice]

[trashed]

[He'll be happier like that. Even though Sync being happy was a strange emotion anyway.]

...Good. [There's a note of surprise in his voice. Where was the fuss about how they needed to be friends? How it was a step forward?] That was easy enough.


[OH NOOOOooo...he's not complaining though. This time. He doesn't want that rearing its beautiful head at him again, after all.]

[Voice] 1/2

[distressedude]

[Would Sync be just as surprised if he knew what didn't happen but very well could have by sharing those fruit together? Because Ion knows. And that's just another reason why he's so okay with letting this go.]



[Of course, he's still Ion...]

[Voice]

[distressedude]

You know, this is the first time you've actually contacted me!

[Voice]

[trashed]

[Oh. Well. When he puts it like that--]

Don't read too much into it. I just don't want to hear about what happened again one day.

[Don't get your hopes up, boy. :|]

[Voice]

[distressedude]

That doesn't mean I can't still be happy to hear from you, Sync.

[And you know, cause that day never happened, technically neither did their no-talking deal.]


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[Voice]

[trashed]

[...]

I don't know what to make of you. Are you really that stupid, or do you just like getting yelled at?

[CRIES. But he kind of broke it anyway by calling...but he was just that paranoid.]

worst first meeting ever!!!!!

[i_am_not_cute]

[Hey, Sync, guess what -- or who -- you just hit with that piece of ice?]

Oww!

[Yep. Fortunately, it was just on her leg and not her head or anything like that, but still, it's not something she was expecting on her jog today.]

oh definitely!

[trashed]

[He hit a person.

Cool. He snickers a little as he he watches Pao-lin, and puts a hand on his hip.]

Should've watched where you were going.

keywords soooo relevant

[i_am_not_cute]

[What? He wasn't even going to apologize? Rude.]

You shouldn't have been tossing that around in the first place! You could've seriously hurt someone!

hehehe!

[trashed]

[Rude is Sync's middle name.]

If they were bright enough to watch out, they wouldn't get hit in the first place.

[He might or might not be saying that Pao-lin's stupid for getting hit. Have fun with that!]

[i_am_not_cute]

[Wow suddenly Pao-Lin feels like zapping a grunette bitch up in this 'hood!!!! Not just because of what an ass Sync is being, but also because she...kinda thinks he might be right. At least, on her end. She definitely should've been better aware of her surroundings, both as a Hero and as someone who had to be just a little bit paranoid as a NEXT growing up in a neighborhood where they were less-than-welcoming towards NEXTs. But it wasn't fair to expect that sort of thing from everyone.]

You can't blame someone if they just want to enjoy a walk outside without having to worry about whether they're going to be attacked or not.

[trashed]

[Try him, Pao-Lin. He would dare you to - he hasn't had a good fight in a while.

Well. Since he died anyway, oops.]

Worse things happen every day. How about you just be grateful it hit your leg and move on with your life?

[dissonates]

[Asch had just been innocently headed for the plaza to fetch some groceries, minding his own business and feeling surprisingly okay with how the last week had gone. He'd finally passed a Valentine's Day experiment with relatively harmless results! Certainly compared to the years in the recent past, at least. No engagement, no embarrassing public displays- just a bit of irritating silliness with the replica and his friends. Easily forgotten. He can live with that.

He hadn't expected a chunk of ice to go flying through the air and crash through a window just a few feet from his head, but his good mood is the reason he doesn't retaliate or get pissed off- merely glances over at the offender, irritated, and comments:]

You missed.

[trashed]

[Too bad most of this show was because of the Valentine's Day experiment. Would he have found something else to get mad about if that hadn't happened? Probably. This is Sync we're talking about.

Oh. Well hello there, Asch.]

Too bad. [Though an angry Asch probably wouldn't be the best thing, anyway. But he could take him.] Better be glad I wasn't aiming.

[dissonates]

[Wow, you jerk. Not that Asch was expecting anything different from Sync, of all people. He casually sidesteps the broken glass and the ice on the road, choosing instead to walk on the grass and what little snow remains. The last thing he needs is to slip and fall on his face in front of his fellow God-General.]

Any reason you've decided to turn to property damage now?

[trashed]

[He would laugh. You should do it, Asch--I mean.

He's walking carefully as well, not wanting to fall down either. That would be the last thing either of them needed, right?]

I was bored. [Because that should explain everything, right?] I can't help it that it hit a window.

[dissonates]

Eventually you'll figure out how to keep yourself occupied around here. [He pauses, and then, in a voice that's trying to sound disinterested-] Van isn't keeping you busy?

......i think i will tag this

[antlioncyclone]

[Nice job breaking a window, you jerk!

And listen - someone's coming out of the house to see what just happened. They have to whack at the door from the inside a bit before the ice on the hinges cracks and it swings open with a crunch.

Mewtwo nearly slips when he steps outside, and quickly jumps to hover over the icy ground instead.

...Hey, you over there. I'm lookin' at you. Did you do that?]

8D

[trashed]

[Hey, it's not his problem that a window was in the way. Oops.

He watches Mewtwo come out, and puts a hand on his hip. Okay, he's not exactly thrilled at just being looked at so--]

What do you want?

ohohoho (also, is he wearing his mask?)

[antlioncyclone]

Did you do that? It could have injured someone inside.

[Telepathy!]

nope, he's not wearing a mask!

[trashed]

[Oh what even--

He jumps a little and clenches his fists, not exactly happy to hear a voice in his head.]

So what if I did? What're you going to do about it?

They shouldn't have been standing so close to the window.

c: 'kay

[antlioncyclone]

[...wow. That's an attitude, all right.]

It's their own home. The fault is yours. Don't do something like that again.

voice;

[meritocracy]

...Is that really necessary.

voice;

[trashed]

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.