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[ceasetoexist]

[He doesn't feel guilt. At all. It's not Pokey's fault his new "sister" ended up drinking the milk last time. And besides, what happened to her wasn't so bad. It was just a hallucination. So there was no reason at all to feel bad for having let her drink it.

But he does. He can't stop it. He does. So that's why he guesses he ended up drinking it today, despite knowing just how stupid that was of him.

And then? He just felt....weird.]

[Well, someone got hormone free milk today! Feel free to find Pokey going through a variety of emotions throughout town.]

A. Overwhelming Happiness

[My god. He just feels wonderful. And Pokey really just can't contain it. It's a light and bubbly and free feeling, and he can't help but find ways to express it. In ways he'd usually find pretty stupid, but you know what? He doesn't care. For the most part, he can be found just strolling down the street, humming to himself happily which is just bizarre if you know who he is. Or you can find him chasing birds at the park, laughing happily to himself as he waves his arms, scaring them and forcing them to scatter. Or you can find him at the playground at school, despite it being closed, tearing ass around the playground. He especially seems to like the swings, standing up on the seat as he swings to and fro, laughing.]

B. Crushing Despair

[Hey is that a fat kid just nearly bawling his eyes out in public, despite his best efforts to hide it by scrunching up beside a building or trying to duck into an alleyway.

Yep. Sure is. Dear lord is he crying.]

C. Insane Rage

[Oh look it's a giant spider mech stomping down the street. And on your car. And smashing your mailbox. Hey. At least the thing isn't destroying houses.

Yet.]

D. Unremarkably Morose; locked to 502 Ricardo Street

[Hey other residents. Feel free to notice that Pokey is at the kitchen table. Just sitting there. Writing. He appears to be writing a list of names, and descriptions of people. And occasionally? He takes off a small, plastic four-leaf clover pin he has attached to the lapel of his shirt and stares at it.]

Comments

It's a riot!

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

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What's... wrong?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey just looks at Slugger, trying to keep his voice from cracking when he speaks.]

N-nothing....

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[He just stares, entirely unconvinced.]

Somebody left?

[Maybe this has something to do with Mindy, though he'd expect more rage. What else could have such an effect on you?]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just shakes his head. He's managed to get the sniffling under control, and at least seems composed.]

No. Everyone's gonna-gonna leave anyway and I'll just....I'll just be here....

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[...Not even sure what to say to that. Slugger shifts uncomfortably.]


So what happened?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He swallows, shaking his head.]

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I was just...just in the park and then I just felt...I just realized...

[He shudders for a moment, cutting himself off before he gets to the point of crying again.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[With Pokey on the verge of tears again, Slugger very hesitantly reaches out a hand and places it on his shoulder---


---then quickly removes it upon discovering how strange it feels, cheeks burning just a bit. Expect him to keep his head lowered for the rest of this conversation.]


...Did you drink the milk?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[The usual embarrassment Pokey would show along with Slugger isn't demonstrated this time. He's just....too far gone at this point, in his emotions, and he nods his head.

He's choosing not to speak. It's risking bursting into tears too much.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Quiet. Finally, Slugger decides to say something.]

Edward's drone tried to kill us.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Pokey just looks back up at Slugger, unsure at first what to say. He swallows, before finally asking.]

Did you restrain him okay?

[He means to ask if Slugger is okay, but it's hard to get that out.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[shaking his head]

He tried to make me drink the milk. Then Susan killed him with a fire poker.

[Killing each other is becoming a family tradition.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

But you're okay, right?

[Shit. He didn't mean to say that so quick. Or at all.]

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[Slugger is just going to pretend this is perfectly normal before going on to add to this awkward, friendly shit.]

Be careful around the drones.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He wipes his face, nodding.]

I...yeah. I've figured that out.

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

Did any try to kill you?

[And who were they. Or what did they look like. So he can find them and give them a merciless..."talking to".]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Naw. I've managed to avoid them so far.

[He hasn't had his run in with droned!Clod yet. And even if he did have some, he wouldn't be telling you. You don't need to be cleaning up his messes.]

You?

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Jerkass. At least you've stopped leaking pathetically from the face.]

Just Edward.