[67] life's a game we're meant to lose

[buildstherobots]

[phone]

Fine. You people want to play that way?

Enjoy educating newcomers by yourselves. I'm done helping you.

[And, true to his word, he won't be handing out any more letters, at least for the moment. Explain what he's talking about? Why in the world would he do that? Obviously the actions of maybe three people is enough for him to throw a tantrum over the phone lines.]

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[Anyone who might see Dist walking through the streets can see that he's an absolute wreck. Not emotionally -- his expression is uncharacteristically stony. It's his face that's busted up, bruised across his cheek and mouth and his left eye patched over. Well, the place where his left eye should be, but that's not exactly visible. It'd happened a couple of days ago, but that's not quite long enough to heal fully, so for now he's just combed his hair forward a bit in an attempt to cover it all up.

He does seem to have a destination in mind, though, as he's walking particularly quickly.]

[729 Anderson lane]

[KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.]

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[nomorelosing.livejournal.com]

[here's a Kaz, walking through the streets. he was on his way to the grocery store to see if he could make something salvageable for dinner tonight, but given his overall mood these past few days (unsurprising given the events of the past few days. almost feels like waking up from a nightmare only to discover that you were never really asleep to begin with), it's very difficult if not impossible to even manage a smile.

seeing Dist lends him pause, though. there's one person who looks significantly more unhappy than himself. not that he really notices until he walks right into the man, nearly knocking him off his feet.]

- Ah! S-Sorry...! [he reaches out to grab Dist by the arm before he falls backwards.] Didn't see you there!

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Once Dist has his feet, he shakes Kaz off, nearly hissing at the contact.]

How dare you?! Look where you're going!

[nomorelosing.livejournal.com]

[...GOTTA SAY, NOT THE REACTION HE WAS EXPECTING.]

...I'm sorry, okay?! I didn't see you! [but now that he has, holy shit. either this guy got into a losing fight with a lawn mower or he has a lot of enemies.] Are you alright? You look...

[awful would be too nice of a word, so he just gestures to his own intact eye for emphasis.]

[buildstherobots.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Dist picks up the implications. He gives a nasty glare.]

Terrible? Why yes, I had noticed. And I'm fine.

[Don't take it personally, bro. He's just in a bad mood.]