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[thecrowingtobe]

[All Text messages, Emails, Notes, and recorded Holos can be sent to this box. Please post here only through IC means in order to get a hold of Claudio for private or personal reasons. Thank you.]

[This is a connection directly to his NetVice. If he is busy on the other line it will ring four times before going to a phone message. Otherwise it works much like Network recordings and videos]

[If you get his voice mail it will simply say:]

This is Claudio. Leave a message and I'll get back to you if I can.

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[Trauma flinches when the bottle gets thrown at him cause WHAT the FUCK EVEN and he stands up and drops the book (more like throws it) onto the couch.

He knows he was being an asshole but what the fuck?]

What the FUCK, Claudio!

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[thecrowingtobe.livejournal.com]

[He stayed seated, half on the arm, glaring up at the standing pissed boy. Hell, he pretty much said the last thoughts there] You're being an asshole and you know it! What the hell do you want me to say?! Sorry?

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[Trauma looks for a moment like he's snarling before just giving a something of a default glare, clearly reigning himself back in, in some sense. But that doesn't stop him from saying whatever the fuck is on his mind.]

What. Do you want me to need some kind of fucking apology? That going to make you feel better? What?!

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[thecrowingtobe.livejournal.com]

[This is where he stands, taller, and glaring back, close]

No! You know what? Maybe I wan't an apology! What the hell was with you last night?! You got zero faith that I can take care of myself?! You're like my fuckin' father! Did you really think telling me how I'm going to fucking fail was going to help? [There was a small push at the boys upper shoulder as he growled out, rather annoyed still] Fuck you and that call! I knew what I was doing!I didn't need to be second guessing myself thanks to you!

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[Claudio is taller, but Trauma crosses his arms and he goes from default glare to pissed off in about two seconds flat when he gets shoved. He's glaring up through his hair and the snarl is back.]

You think I'm not going to tell you when you're doing something I think is a dumb fucking idea.

[And here's where it goes smug and a little vicious cause he's just that fucking annoyed right now.]

If you didn't think it was a dumb idea too whatever I said wouldn't fucking matter.

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[thecrowingtobe.livejournal.com]

[sir, he's in a bad mood. He feels guilty about a LOT right now too. And your lack of faith is disturbing. Butthurt, that's what this is. And annoyed. And easy to temper. He was doing so well. That comment though, there might be some truth to it, so he felt the annoyance rise. And... that damn smug look. He didn't even think. He didn't even consider what he was doing. His hand drew back and moved forward at the exact time he growled:] Shut up!

[Yelled at the same time as his fist moved forward, a staggering hit that could be blocked, but hey.... can you feel the emotion in this.] Just shut up! You. Don't. GET IT!

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[Well, as much as he really probably should have between the water bottle throw and the fact that he was being a goddamn asshole and knew that, he really didn't expect to get hit. Which is probably why it didn't cross his mind to block, really until two seconds after the fact.

Fuck training. It was all bull. Sometimes people just didn't have the sense god gave a fucking squirrel or some shit and honestly missed that kind of thing.

Yeah, getting decked in the face was officially the 'highlight' of his night...day...what the fuck ever time it was, and hurt like fucking hell.]

FUCK! [After the fact, he has the damn sense to cover his nose with one hand while the other is up like he's expecting to block something else.]

What the fucking HE-FUCK.

[Past the pain he hasn't exactly registered if he's bleeding or not, and doesn't really care to check at the moment, because something's snarling in the back of his head and the snarl's back on his face, and he's pretty sure any time now that the color is going to go funny and gray around him. Fuck. All of this. Shit.]

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[thecrowingtobe.livejournal.com]

[She this face? it's scrunched up and not happy and no those aren't tears in his eyes, and fuck, he had so much anger issues. So much guilt on everything and Trauma helped with that today and--]

[He didn't pay attention, and he didn't care of Trauma went Nightmare on him or anyone around. He didn't give it much time either. He had hit him, and the shock of that set in a moment later.... but he was still moving. He took hold of the boys shirt, at his shoulders, and yanked, then pushed him down, dropping his back hard to the ground, and scrambled on top of him, crouched over, fists balled up in the boys shirt on his shoulders and shoved again, yelling down at him now.]

[Yes... he's a 16 year old boy on his own and a world he left behind on his shoulders. And fuck, Trauma you pissed him off] You Fucking don't get it! You of all people should get it! Why you of all people?! You fuckin'-- why?!

[He shoved again, and yeah, that was really emotion filled, cus he feels back for losing his temper again, and that damn voice in the back of his head was telling him to knock it off again, and to cool off, but he couldn't walk off could he? His voice cracked in the yell, cracked and squeaked for being yelled through a too tight throat] Fuck!

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[Trauma's initial reaction is pretty much what anyone else would do when suddenly ending up smacked onto the floor, stunned, wide eyed, and the air knocked out of him in a rush. It's enough to shock his system and send the unwanted slithering idea to shift (thefloordownstairshasthatgirlafraidofthemonsterinherclosetcouldbethatrightnowfighthimoff) into overdrive, eyes flashing red and skin going gray as he locked his hands around Claudio's wrists to get him to let the fuck go.]

Let GO! Cl- [Smacking into the floor again isn't as bad when you're already on the floor. But it's kind of distracting and sentence stopping. Just a little. It was already hard enough to talk in the first place, first attempt coming out as a wheeze before words came out at all. Trauma can get that he really probably should have attempted a different angle than 'complete asshole', but there's a point where it's not just him, and he's pretty sure he can't be this big a je-

...

Well, he's been worse before and not gotten smacked into the floor. In a very distant way he rationalizes this, like he's dealing with something miles away instead of his best friend apparently deciding to try and give him a concussion for jerkass behavior or something.]

FUCK YOU you fucking-! What the fuck don't I GET! The fuck is even-SHIT.

[He responds by shouting back at him, all anger, and voice going between warped and wrong, and just plain weak from not having the breath to put behind it again yet. Trauma continues to try and get Claudio to let the fuck go, now with more strength behind it as his brain catches up because believe it or not, it kind of really fucking hurts when you have most of someone's weight concentrated on your shoulders that have been smacked into the floor a few too many times. A lot, actually.]

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[For some reason he closed his eyes, tightly, painfully tight to the point he could see flashes of white. He sat over top of the older boy, hands on his shoulders still, face scrunched up and yelling at him, but not looking.] You of all people! Of all people! I TRUST you! Why can't you trust me on this? It wasn't stupid! I could of helped!

[His eyes snapped open, dark narrowed, glaring down into the boys face. Can you tell he's hurt? Yeah] I was screwed? Screwed if she wasn't badass? SERIOUSLY? That was the LAST thing I needed to hear! Fuck you! You can't act like my father! It's not fair! I don't need to hear him and you too! [This? This was accented with a punch, but it came in along beside the boys head, denting the floor and.... being used to shove himself off Trauma, scrambling back, away, dropping on his ass a few feet back, and ramming the palm of his hand into his eyes, rubbing, glaring, and looking really very displeased with everything.]

[What made it worse was he felt bad for hitting Trauma]

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[He can admit that the floor denting by his head scared the shit out of him, he's good at admitting to himself, if no one else, when something freaks him out. His brain followed up the freak out with 'Jinx has done worse', which is probably a little worrying, but he can't bring himself to care.

Trauma stays where he was on the floor for a moment, closing his eyes and taking stock of injury, dragging the urge to shift back into the back of his mind by force. The color leeches back into his skin and the surrounding areas, feeling it recede back to the depths of his consciousness. That teken care of, he can actually focus on...Everything else. Fuck.

He sits up, pulling his knees up to rest his elbows on them and wipes at his face, acknowledging for the first time, really, that he's bleeding.

What...What the hell is he even supposed to- Trauma sniffs and wipes it away again with the palm of his hand.]

...'Ve said worse before.

[Sure, it's a shit thing to say, but his head hurts and his ears are kind of ringing, so he doesn't care that the first thing that comes out of his mouth is no where near useful]

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[thecrowingtobe.livejournal.com]

[He ground the heel of his palm into his forehead, rubbing in that frustrated, annoyed and slightly pained way, like the mental break was hitting him again. The crazy feel of having a voice in his head was one thing, the feel of losing his temper on the one person he really needed to not? That bothered him more.]

[As did the feeling that that one person he shouldn't be losing his temper on fully doesn't believe he can handle himself out there and sounded FAR TOO MUCH like the voice in the back of his damn head? It really bothered him a moment.]

[Should. Not. Bother. Him!]

[But for some reason it did. He wanted to say he wasn't a child anymore, but that was something a child said. Frustrated, especially after hearing what Trauma just said now? He growled out]

Nows different then before!

[And he winked out, oddly for just a moment as he stood, and then... back in again. The effect making it look like he was sitting one moment and standing the next. He opened his mouth to say something else, looking down at the other boy. Paced two steps, closed his mouth and in a frustrated growl... blinked out again. Silent as he stormed through the bedroom door.]

[He didn't LEAVE though, but he went to their room, and crashed out on the couch, legs hanging over. It kept telling him, in his head, to not lose his temper, but he wanted to snort, and tell himself that was stupid, because HE always lost his temper. And then his own little voice broke out in a growl, under his hands! Fuck! Talking to ghosts or talking to himself, he couldn't tell which was worse.]

[He said nothing out loud, and just gave up, trying to get his head back into control. Trying to get back into sanity and calm and not wanting to yell or feel like a child again because seriously, this was bullshit. The frustration was killing him]

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[He was about to say something unhelpful like 'I get that' or 'no shit' but neither came out fast enough and instead he felt like his stomach dropped through the floor when Claudio went and fucking disappeared on him.

He sat up straighter as he tried to figure out where the fuck he would have even gone and sometimes it was really fucking annoying having a dead space w-He didn't let himself finish the thought, even with the moment of panic. He didn't want that. Even if he thought it sometimes.

He was back seconds later, but that didn't stop the fact that he'd nearly given Trauma a goddamn fucking heart attack because he was pretty sure if Claudio disappeared right now he wouldn't see the guy for days.

And he was not okay with that, especially with how fucked up the past...however the fuck long had just been.

Trauma watched the retreat, hoping that being visible meant he wasn't going to be gone when Trauma actually followed, from his place on the floor. He waited, just for a minute, so he could make sure his head wasn't going to keep buzzing. When it stopped, he got up and went to their room too.

He sighed heavily, as if this was all some kind of massive troublesome fucking situation he had no say in and sat down on the floor with his back against the couch.]

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[thecrowingtobe.livejournal.com]

[He was there, on the couch, actually visible as he lay there, legs over the edge and head back, staring up at the ceiling. He suddenly wanted to draw on it, his eyes darkly staring, working out an image in his mind. There had been a lot of them lately, growing steady in his head. The woman with the blue skin, the man with the strange hair and piercings, the people in cities that he was sure wasn't here. Flashes from time to time. Ryan. He didn't understand why he saw any of it, or what any of it meant. Most the people he could have met here in the city but he knew that seemed wrong--]

[He sighed, feeling the other boy sit near the couch bed. His back pressed to it. Claudio suddenly lost his train of thought, the simple attempt to calm himself again. His eyes scrunched up again, as if he wanted to be mad, and he rolled over, face into the couch back and back towards Trauma. Arms tucked in and giving a deep sigh.]

[His mind returned right back to being annoyed. He shouldn't be, but he was. He also had no idea what to say. With that he said nothing and glared into the couch back.]

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[Yeah yeah, whatever. He knew he was probably intruding, but he kind of didn't care. Call it karmic payback. You hit a guy in the face, you don't get to object to him annoying the fuck out of you by following you around.

He rolled his eyes and wiped the blood onto his shirt. Now was not the time to really be giving a shit about it. Trauma was quiet for a while, aside from occasionally sniffing because bleeding from your nose was goddamn annoying on a good day.

This wasn't exactly a good day. At all.

Really, it hadn't been his day. Or his week. Or his fucking month or so, when it came right down to it. A lot of really shitty little things, plus the fucking season in general, plus Jinx's shit, plus....

Somehow a guy he actually didn't think sucked too bad being dead being on the same list as the goddamn boss change over from hell sat with him wrong and he frowned at the floor for a moment before just fucking giving up on thinking. Worked well enough till he realized how long the silence had stretched, and that the silence was kind of bothering him. It wasn't exactly the comfortable kind.]

...Hey.

[Sure. It took him about five minutes to come up with 'hey' but it was a start.]

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[thecrowingtobe.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[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?

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[thecrowingtobe.livejournal.com]

[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]

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[thecrowingtobe.livejournal.com]

[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]

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[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?

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[thecrowingtobe.livejournal.com]

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]

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[thecrowingtobe.livejournal.com]

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]

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

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-