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Who: BAD END = DUMB END and others
When: post-game
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[SO.

THAT SUCKED.

THAT REALLY REALLY SUCKED.

TIME TO FLOP INTO OUR SUCKY DORMS AFTER A SUCKY GAME.

I GUESS PEOPLE CAN COME OVER TO... Y'KNOW... IF THEY WANNA.]

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Right.

... Yer a nice enough guy. I figure they'll know yer genuine.

[Hahaha]

I just hope that somehow we find a way to communicate that satisfies their pain.

Even if they believe ya I bet they'll be sore for a while.

No doubt. And they have every right to be.

Right.

But -- I know you, 'n I know Boss and everyone. I know you guys woulda never done somethin' like that on purpose.

Well it was on purpose. Just not the way it played out. We were supposed to get hit too, and then... It wouldn't have been permanent for anyone.

Right -- that's what I mean, you wouldn'ta tried to betray 'em if you thought they'd trust ya back. Right?

That's the problem. They sent us trust flowers. We could have changed our mind, but we thought, maybe they got the message, so we stuck on our decision.

... Christ. So it was a miscommunication.

Our fault, but yeah. We weren't... We weren't trying to screw it up or anything, but we did a good job on that front anyway.

... I know you guys feel like shit and all. And I know you guys probably feel like ya deserve it.

But - - I'm here for if ya need anything. A shoulder, a drink, a fight whatever.

Thanks, Oni. You're a life saver.

I'm sorry I wasn't there.

I'm glad you weren't. Then who would I ask to fight me?

What, yer up for it?

I think the only thing I'm not up for is sitting still.

Sounds good to me. Here, or the park again?

Park might be best.

[ nods - - lifts a hand as a gesture for him to follow before heading for the door. ]

[He follows Oni quietly, not really having much to say. He won't have much to say when taking off his coat, or when trading blows with Oni either, not until they're exhausted and bloody.]

[ he won't take the opportunity to speak himself, more than happy to let their fists do the talking, and not seeming to tire until they're all bruised. ]

[Just flopping over after a while and a lot of bruises, panting.]

[ thank you canon for icons of this

he exhales, flopping on his back too. ]

Ya fight pretty hard.

Same to you.

[He's wheezing some, gulping in air but exhausted and sore and that's satisfying.]

Thanks, I really needed that.

[ flops an arm over to give him a pat on the shoulder. ]

It's a pretty nice distraction, yeah?