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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

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[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?

[i_am_not_cute]

[Pao-Lin huffs, and proceeds to do just that! Looks like you're gonna have to get your fight another day, Sync.

Unless you did something like provoke her by kicking another piece of ice at her or yelling some other insult at her or something. But you wouldn't do something ridiculous like that, would you?]

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[Oh look, he's tossing more ice that he had started to gather. His hands were getting cold, okay?

It's not necessarily in her direction, and if she decides to act on it she can. If she doesn't? Either way, it's not his problem.

Maybe we can just say it's his last act of defiance, to see if he could get her worked up again.]

[i_am_not_cute]

[When that second piece of ice zips past her, she whirls around with an angry snarl on her face. She looks like she's about to say something (What is your fucking problem?!), but she clamps it down. She knows your trollish kind; she's had to deal with that sort of thing before.

So with one last glare, Pao-Lin goes on her way. There are better things for her to do.]

[trashed]

[If she's going to be boring like that, he's just going to leave also.

He mutters under his breath and turns to leave as well, making his way carefully over the ice. Just in case she were to turn back around, she wasn't going to let herself be amused by his falling down.]