→ 002; [voice]

[trashed]

[Guess who's actually doing a network post on his own free will, for once? That's right. This kid. But ever since he'd come back from his kidnapping, he'd been feeling a little bit...off. It wasn't something he could really place, though. Not yet.

He needed a distraction. One that isn't trying to pick a physical fight with people because that never seemed to end well here. If he's already not feeling on the top of his game it's going to end even worse than usual.]

What's the point of friendships?

[There's a bit of a pause, before he tacks on:]

Don't give me that warm and fuzzy stuff, either. I don't want to hear it.

[Well, that was short and sweet enough. He's just. Going to end it here.]

Comments

[trashed]

[yoooo]

Wouldn't be anything new. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised, anyway.

And you're not going to do the same thing?

[disastergirl]

I wasn't planning to, but I could if you really wanted me to. [She could probably find some way to make it fun, but--]

But I'm pretty sure you don't.

[trashed]

At least someone is right about something here.

[It's rare when he actually admits someone's right about something...]

[disastergirl]

I'm right about a lot of things! [Even though it had been more of a hunch than anything else.]

So, what do I win?

[trashed]

Nothing. You're not that special.

[Sync please...]

[disastergirl]

It was worth a shot. You can't blame me for trying!

[Although that whole "not special" thing hurt her pride a bit.]

[trashed]

[Yeah he's kind of a jerk.]

I can blame you for wasting my time asking about it, though.

[disastergirl]

[Gosh, what a meanie!!]

You can blame me as much as you want, but I still won't be sorry about it.

[...At least she was being honest?]

[trashed]

[They're both being brutally honest...good job you two.]

Then I guess it's just going to circle forever, isn't it? Pointless.

[disastergirl]

[This conversation is going places, yup.]

I don't know about that. All you have to do is admit that you're wrong for blaming me and then the circle's broken! See, easy!

[trashed]

Don't hold your breath on that. I'm not admitting I'm wrong when I'm not.

[disastergirl]

So you'd rather argue in circles? I'm not admitting any more than I already have, so that's what's going to happen.

[trashed]

I can do something better.

[Wait for it.

Waaaait.

OH WAIT IS THAT THE FEED CUTTING OUT BECAUSE HE HUNG UP? Yep. I am so sorry]

[disastergirl]

What are you--

[Oh what. He wasn't allowed to do that!!

Next time Gadget Sync, NEXT TIIIIIIME!]