→ 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

[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!]