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[Nope. Not. going. to. say. anything. He hunkered down more in the couch, glaring harder. Annoyed that he wanted to check to see if Trauma was alright; he knew he hit him to bleed. And he didn't mean to startle him so bad... or you know... hit him. He didn't mean a lot of that really, but he was... annoyed!]

[He frowned, silent still, trying to ignore him. Like a child. Ah, that thought made him sigh, closing his eyes. Five minutes or so himself, he replied back.]

What?

[Not much behind it, more just... lazy, giving in a bit really. Giving in but not looking yet. If he looked he'd apologize. Eff that.]

[So he's not exactly the prime of maturity either, and has to fight the urge to just stay silent until Claudio gets annoyed enough to say more because...Trauma's first instinct is never the smart one.

After another long moment, he gives another of those 'I am totally annoyed by the world' kinds of heavy sighs and slumps further against the couch.

He's got a lot of things he wants to say, so he just says the first stray thought he can really catch.]

...Think he's going to be back?

[His reply didn't even need thought. He just lay there and stated with ease]

Yes.

[Though after just a beat he mumbled his theory one it, the same thing he told Re-l] People who are not wanted come back. People who are wanted never seem to come back. Mr. Edgeworth was wanted and not wanted. I'm sure he'll be back again. [There was a sharp shrug, his finger now poking at a small hole in the couch, nail digging around at it.]

[Not that Trauma could see, but he didn't look so angry at the moment]

[Trauma gives a snort of laughter, but that's a fucking bad idea and he coughs a second later. It's not until that moment that he's really grossed out by the fact that he's got blood on him, and it's more cause he's pretty sure he swallowed a lot.

And that's just disgusting.]

...s'it the fact a guy's dead that makes it different or what?

[He doesn't really want to have the conversation right now, but he knows they probably should. He really doesn't want to get hit again, and if this is a powder keg issue he'd like to know before it's a problem again.]

[Not. Looking. He might feel bad if he did. Shit. He didn't really, really mean to hit him, but--- Ug, not getting into that again. He felt worn out anyhow. All night invisible like that? It really did wear him down after a while.]

[He frowned, rolling just enough to stare at the stupid blank ceiling.]

Don't know... [He muttered at first, reaching a hand to rub at his face. He realized his knuckles... hurt. Heh, poor floor. He flexed them carefully, watching them and only them.] S'different cus... [He shook his head, not really sure he wanted to say now.] Just... different now, alright? Don't worry about it. I'll fix that soon...

[You know, the whole... trusting Trauma more then she should and taking his words too personal? that sorta thing]

[He scoffs, and manages to hold back the cough, though he has to swallow heavily. The blood in his throat is thick and it's kind of all he can taste. It's really goddamn annoying.]

Fix what?

[He turns up a little, so he can just see Claudio over his shoulder.]

...Specifics?

No. [He said flatly and in a dark voice again, laying there. It was as he looked down, to catch the boy looking at him that he frowned.]

The hell you sittin' here bleeding for anyhow? You should clean that up... [Hnnn, the word 'sorry' tried to slip out again, but instead he frowned more. Sitting up a bit, propping on an elbow to look closer. He still looked annoyed, but there was that age old look of worry hidden behind the eyes]

[Trauma shoots him a look over his shoulder and sort of shrugs. He honestly is fine sitting here until he's damn sure that there is not going to be another issue like this.

He's patient.

Most of the time.]

's not that bad.

[.....Would have been more convincing if he didn't grimace at swallowing again.]

Sure? Doesn't... look that great.

[Didn't look bad either really, but guilt still had settled in. He frowned, sighed, and looked off again, mumbling his words so they were hard to understand]

Didn't mean'ta hit you... well, so hard at least. I mean I suppose I'm, y'know... sorry. or something. [He frowned more, rubbing at his face now, not looking at the boy. Yep. Looked at him and felt guilty. Damn it Trauma]

Edited 2011-01-03 10:10 (UTC)

Had worse.

[Trauma listens to the apology and rolls his eyes. Though it's kind of nice to hear it, he's more focused on the reason why he got smacked. In response though, Trauma leans over and shoves Claudio's leg, more as an attempt to bother him or get his attention than anything else.]

...Me too.

[He's quiet for a moment, and he thinks back over the words from earlier, the ones that had been screamed at him. Only freaking clue he really had why his friend had gotten so fucking pissed off. After a long while, Trauma finally pieces enough together to say something, but it comes in starts and stops]

...It's...It's not-

[He wasn't sure how to react to the leg push. His eyes looked over at the hand that pushed, then over at the boy. He rubbed at his own face, frowning. It had turned right into the whole guilty thing again. He felt... bad for losing his temper like that. Yet again.]

[Hell, he wasn't even sure where this temper of his came from. Sure it was short as a kid but was it ever this bad? Heh, like his father.]

[He said nothing though, just raising a brow at the other boy when he started to talk.He, didn't know what to say right now is all.]

[He takes a moment to see if there's going to be a response...]

...

[...You fucking asshole, you're going to make him have to communicate, aren't you? And Trauma shoots him a glare exactly to that effect. The whole thing looks a little creepier than usual because there is no way in hell it doesn't look freaky to have a guy with blood on his face glaring up at you from the floor.]

....Look. If I didn't trust you? You'd know. I'd say it.

....The whole idea just...[Sounded like it was going to go badly? Was going to end up with more casualties? He's a fucking pessimist from hell and things aren't known to go well for all of them on good days. So fuck. That. He had a goddamn right to be paranoid. But he still cut himself off and didn't continue.]

[Yeah, you know what. He's an asshole. He's still not saying anything. That glare, as gross as that looked, it's not spooking him. He leaned back, turned to curl on his side a bit, his legs oddly hanging over the arm still, and curled enough to look over at Trauma as he tried to talk.]

[If he didn't trust him, he'd say it? There was a snort, and a deep frown, glancing off now] Pretty much said it today. 'If that chick isn't badass, you're screwed'. [He snorted, rolling his eyes and looking off at the floor now, over the edge of the couch] Your confidence in me is astonishing.

...I knew what I was doing.

Edited 2011-01-03 11:01 (UTC)

[He rolls his eyes. Trauma doesn't talk around shit often and he knows it. There's no fucking point. And hell, if he was going to have Dio pissed at him, he'd prefer it not be a fucking semantics issue. That was kind of retarded.

He doesn't actually look at Claudio though he does turn further around, instead he seems to decide picking blood out from under his nails is a good plan of action. Good distraction, anyway.]

I didn't say 'I don't fucking trust you', dumbass.

[He sighed. A sigh of deep frustration flooding through his air ways and out into the room, more then likely to sit there on the air like an annoying little bug for a bit longer, but slowly being released from his head anyhow]

[Turned on the couch bed just right, he was watching the boy pick at his nails.]

Close enough. [another sigh before he gave a small hiss] Look. I said I'm sorry for hittin' you... right? I got... a bad temper. Sorry. Let's just drop it now. It ain't important anymore. <small.[a... pause again before mumbling] R-really... didn't mean to hit you...

[He shoots Claudio a look and sighs heavily, it's another one of those horrifically put upon ones like he's honestly the most inconvenienced person in the universe.]

It's got to be. You hit me.

[He pauses.]

.....Long as you don't do that again any time soon we're okay.

[He sighed, turning to pull his hands over his face, in annoyance, frustration] Look... [He huffed again. Fuck, he had no idea what to say. If it had been Jinx she'd of chastised him for not inviting her along and not tell him off for doing stupid shit.]

I hit you cus you pissed me off. You seem to... do that easier then some people. I don't know how the hell you manage it. [he said, a bit more talkative now, just letting it flow. he shifted, curling up on the couch more and moving to his forehead rested on the shoulder of the boy sitting on the floor. He sighed]

You... sounded just like him. [He said, staying hidden behind him, resting his forehead on the boy to hide as well, his voice more a mumble now] Only this time you were telling me it was stupid... and he was encouraging me to take action. Fuck, I really am crazy...

[Trauma rolls his eyes at the first part.]

'S a talent.

[Having someone decide to use your shoulder as a headrest makes it hard to turn and look at them, but he makes something of an attempt, without actually making any move to shove him off or anything. He's not actually sure what Claudio's trying to say, cause there are a few too many pronouns and no names involved, and anyway he likes to think that was just plain confusing and he's not a total idiot.]

Wh.....What are you talking....Like who?

Edited 2011-01-09 23:02 (UTC)

[he didn't say anything to that first part, just... stayed a bit balled up, curled behind the boy and resting there, not looking at him. Forehead on his shoulder and feeling a little sick suddenly. That wasn't something he had wanted to say out loud still, but he did. He wasn't sure how crazy he really was though.]

Like... Aw fuck... I really am crazy... I don't know man. I mean... I do. I mean... fuck, I didn't mean to take it out on you. You just... sounded like my old man.

[Trauma frowns and continues watching what he can see of Claudio out of his peripheral vision. He can understand accidentally hitting trigger shit. He knows how that goes. Part he can't understand is the part about that making him think he's crazy. As far as Trauma can tell, that's more of a 'anger management problem' which, for fuck sake, they've all got that issue. The three of them were kind of a mess of issues.]

...Hey.

Stop saying that, you're not.

[He didn't move. He didn't say much either. He just stayed where he was, eyes closed and kind of growled a little, one of those annoyed with himself kind of sounds. Himself, not Trauma this time.]

...feels like it...

[The crazy part. He is feeling it, for sure.]

[Trauma sits there for a second, quietly, just letting him be before he reaches over with the other arm and sort of awkwardly pats at Claudio's head. The angle's a little awkward, but it's mostly just trying to get his attention.]

...You probably don't, but if you do want to talk about it...

[Pauses, and yes, he's assuming Claudio doesn't want to talk. Cause god knows getting either of them into actually conversations about things is like pulling teeth.]

Even if you don't. Still here.

[He flinched, just a tiny bit, surprised at the sudden pat of his head. It was nice to know the other was saying he could talk about it. It was nice to know that he could talk to him, but he was still sure he was crazy]

I'm just... I mean... [He huffed, moving now, drawing away from the boys shoulder and sitting up, pulling his legs over the couch and sitting indian style behind the boy. Leaning on his knee with his elbow he rested his head in a hand and sighed, a deep frustrated sigh.] You see the guys down town, in the first sector... walking along by themselves with a dirty trench coat and dirty beards, waving a hand at no one and talking to some higher power or some person not there or something. You know, then real crazy guys who piss away every last dollar the get on a cheap bottle of booze and are just...-talking- to themselves? Yeah... I feel like that sometimes.

[Oh god, could he make more of a mess of all this? He doesn't just -feel- like that. He's seen it, in his visions. In his mind. He's pretty sure it's him too, but he won't cover that, cus he's not positive either. It could have been anyone. Not to mention the father voice. He was talking to that, wasn't he? --Arg! He closed his eyes again, clearly frustrated still]

I'm going to end up like that... talking to someone who isn't there.

[Trauma looks up over his shoulder as Claudio only just stops himself from making some snarky comment at the first part, and seeing Claudio is serious he looks back down at the floor while he listens. It's a damn good thing he does too, because when it finally clicks in his head, all the little bits of things that add up to one big fucking problem that makes his eyes go wide and he stares at the far wall trying to figure out what the fuck to do.

From what he's put together, Claudio is apparently hearing things.

...Fuck.

That's either a sign of some freaky new thing going on, or something is wrong. Problem was, with their luck you could pretty much bet on it being the latter.

He manages to keep the moment of freaking out to himself, and sighs again, before moving up next to Claudio on the couch.]

That's...Not going to happen.

[Yeah, okay, it freaked him out a little, yeah. It was good he didn't see the boys face because that type of face was a good OhShit sign he didn't need to see. He already felt like there was something seriously wrong with him.]

How do you know? What if it's something just... wrong with my brain or something? [he sat, staring at the space that Trauma just left, staring at the floor with a little blank look.]

What if I'm mental. I mean, back home I used to have these weird... I donno, things where I would see it so clearly I could draw it. Like dreams? But I was always asleep. I didn't talk to no one... I mean I don't talk to nothing now [a lie, really...] ... but still. It feels like my father is sitting there over my shoulder telling me shit.

[It was just one of those Crowing abilities he didn't know anything about, but it bugged the hell out of him.]

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