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[mischiefbreeder]

[It wasn't unheard of for Gold to go barging into his housemate's rooms. On the contrary, it was something he did with relative frequency. Never with any sort of malicious intent, mind you. He just never really bothered with the whole knocking thing. It was his house, and they were his friends, so why bother?

This was one of those times, as he barged into Crys' room.]

Hey Crys, I-

[The moment he steps in, he can tell something's wrong. Anyone with eyes could, honestly. The room was completely bare. Sure, Crys kept her room organized, albeit with research materials everywhere, but this room was empty, save for just a pair of goggles, and a box containing a bunch of letters tucked underneath the desk. Letters addressed to all of Crys' friends--Silver, Red, Green, Yellow, Ruby, Ingo, other friends Crys had made in Luceti, and, of course... Himself. It was clear what this was. He grabbed the letters and set off to drop those letters off at the doorways of the people they were meant for, not even daring to open his own until later.

He didn't want to face the grim truth it contained, even though he already knew.]

[Voice]

[Sometime later, he makes an announcement over the journal. Just a simple one.]

Crys went home, back to our world. She left behind some letters for her friends. Sorry.

[The feed ends there.]

[And then for the rest of the day, Gold opts to just sit in the corner of his room, Crys' goggles sitting in his lap, half-staring at the space where the walls intersect, and half-staring at the letter she wrote him.

He knows he'll see her again someday when he goes home, so... why does it hurt?]

Comments

[mischiefbreeder]

[Gold walks to the battle dome, straight-legged, hands in pockets.]

Fun fun fun fun fun.

[tsuntrader]

Knock it off. [QUIT USING THE FUN WORD, GROSS]

[mischiefbreeder]

Fun fun fun fun fun fun fun! [So much fun.]

[tsuntrader]

[Hey. Hey. Hey.] Cut it out already.

[mischiefbreeder]

Geez, you're actin' like you're allergic to fun.

[tsuntrader]

I can't stand the word fun, alright? [Totally allergic to fun.]

[mischiefbreeder]

So you are allergic to fun! Or maybe you've got funphobia!

[tsuntrader]

[Gold that's ridiculous. Funphobia isn't even real. Stop making fun of me.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Like you'd even know what that is.]

[tsuntrader]

[Shut up, Gold.]

[mischiefbreeder]

[no u]

[tsuntrader]

[no-

you know what just start with the stupid fun stuff already]

[mischiefbreeder]

[yeah yeah whatever, time for fun]

[tsuntrader]

[So what kind of f...fun thing are we doing, anyway?]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Mountain biking, of course! Fuck yeah check out those sweetass bikes.]

[tsuntrader]

[Oh, mountain biking, yeah s- wait, what?]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Yes, mountain biking, a truly glorious--]

...What're you starin' at?

[tsuntrader]

[...Do something stupid, or admit that he's never so much as touched a bike and get made fun of by Gold?

... ... ...]

[mischiefbreeder]

[Well, he's waiting.

Just remember, Silver. Gold just might make fun of you more if he figures it out on his own.]

[tsuntrader]

[...Gold might just make fun of him more if he figures it out on his own.]




I've never been on a bike before.

[mischiefbreeder]

[He'll still make fun of you regardless, though.]

You've never been on a bike?! Hahahaha, dude, that's so lame!

[tsuntrader]

[Don't say anything. Don't say anything. Don't say anything.]

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[mischiefbreeder]

[Hahahahaha, hahahaha, hahaha, haha, ha...]

[mischiefbreeder]

[His laughter dies off when he notices how put off Silver is. (Or rather how put off Silver is trying to hide he is.]

...Wait, it seriously bugs you that you can't, doesn't it?

1/2

[tsuntrader]

[...What? Well, yeah, but--]