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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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[thecrowingtobe.livejournal.com]

[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.

[Action] I think you were at 40 comments before this thread.

[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.

[Action] and mostly all you and me, haha

[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.]

[Action] Dunno if you noticed ...But we rp together a lot :|

[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.

[Action] Really? Must of slipped by me, i never noticed.

[thecrowingtobe.livejournal.com]

[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.

[Action] I know, I only just realized it myself. :|||||

[mademyhell.livejournal.com]

[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.

[Action] We must be slow.

[thecrowingtobe.livejournal.com]

[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.]