Roxas (
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♚ IC Contact for Sirens' Pull ♚
What am I supposed to say to this thing?
[10 seconds pass]
I'm Roxas. This is my phone.
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pullsheavendown.livejournal.com
2011-05-11 12:39 am (UTC)
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My whole life.
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theprobator.livejournal.com
2011-05-11 12:45 am (UTC)
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pullsheavendown.livejournal.com
2011-05-11 12:46 am (UTC)
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[There's a long pause, because he can cling to the idea that he can't feel, but thinking he can't care doesn't sit right.]
They know what I am.
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theprobator.livejournal.com
2011-05-11 12:59 am (UTC)
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[there's malice in his words, but it's- to him- an honest observation.
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a Nobody would cling to relationships when there is no meaning to them at all is a concept beyond him. as are relationships in general.]
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pullsheavendown.livejournal.com
2011-05-11 01:16 am (UTC)
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I don't have to explain myself to you.
[This is getting under his skin, but in a different way from usual.]
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theprobator.livejournal.com
2011-05-12 12:45 am (UTC)
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pullsheavendown.livejournal.com
2011-05-12 12:49 am (UTC)
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If you're just going to ask boring questions, we're done here.
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theprobator.livejournal.com
2011-05-12 12:58 am (UTC)
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pullsheavendown.livejournal.com
2011-05-12 01:05 am (UTC)
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There's a lot I could do to you if you mess with him again.
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theprobator.livejournal.com
2011-05-14 12:55 am (UTC)
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pullsheavendown.livejournal.com
2011-05-14 03:10 am (UTC)
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Yeah. You will.
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They know what I am.
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[there's malice in his words, but it's- to him- an honest observation. why a Nobody would cling to relationships when there is no meaning to them at all is a concept beyond him. as are relationships in general.]
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[This is getting under his skin, but in a different way from usual.]
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