♚ IC Contact for Sirens' Pull ♚

[pullsheavendown]

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]

What did you do?

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[theprobator.livejournal.com]

[there's a several-minute pause. as much as he hates doling out compliments...]

1/2

[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

[Excuse him for a few minutes while Roxas tries to keep his head from exploding.]

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[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

[Okay. Okay. Struggling for calm.]

So if you know, you can leave him alone now.

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[theprobator.livejournal.com]

[but probably not.]

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[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

Didn't your Master teach you?

Nobodies don't feel anything.

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[theprobator.livejournal.com]

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[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

My whole life.

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[theprobator.livejournal.com]

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[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

[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]

[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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[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

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]

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[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

If you're just going to ask boring questions, we're done here.

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[theprobator.livejournal.com]

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[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

There's a lot I could do to you if you mess with him again.

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[theprobator.livejournal.com]

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[pullsheavendown.livejournal.com]

Yeah. You will.