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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]

[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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[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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[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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[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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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-

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[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.]

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[thecrowingtobe.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[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...

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[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...

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[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?

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[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.

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[thecrowingtobe.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[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.