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[It happened again. Of course it did. It inevitably does, so why did he expect now to be any different then it ever was? People leave. No matter how much he might stupidly care, or put faith in them, they were going to leave him.

And Engie had done so once before, so now shouldn't be a surprise. And he shouldn't feel betrayed by it like he does. He'd come to terms with everyone abandoning him awhile ago, hadn't he? It was stupid to care about it now, and especially here.

So why did he? He couldn't shake it. And he hated it. And all it did was remind him of how alone he felt he was, regardless of the fact that he had personally made the decision to be so. It didn't matter. He needed to do something, anything, to get his mind off how he felt right now. Some kind of release.]

[Welp, folks, Pokey has worked himself into a bitchy little tizzy over Blu Engie getting perma-droned again. Feel free to find him reacting to the news in one of two ways.]

A. Anger

[Hey. Hey see that car right outside? Maybe it's even your car, and you were planning to go for a drive or to work.

Well now you aren't, because that son of a bitch has been smashed into oblivion by a long, large metallic leg. Yeah, it's kind of hard not to notice the large spider mecha, furious little boy standing on top of it as he proceeds to have the mecha smash every car it can find, occasionally picking one of the already ruined cars up and throwing it further. Hey, it's helping his anger. And dealing extensive property damage, but that's another matter entirely.]

B. Grief

[Well, now that Pokey's managed to get his anger out of his system (for the most part), he'll be moping around now.

Feel free to find Pokey apparently aimlessly wandering around town today, head bowed, shoulders slumped. He has honestly never looked as defeated or dejected in Mayfield as he does right now. You even think you might hear a small, shuddering sniffle if you get to close of him.

Of course, thing is, he hasn't really worked his anger out entirely, either. So Pokey'll be kicking down anything he can in his rage that isn't bolted down. Cans, animals, trashcans, these'll all be getting kicked. He might be kicking your mailbox too but, uh, he isn't quite strong enough to kick down that, so enjoy the fat kid kicking at your mailbox only to be grabbing his foot afterwards in pain.]

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[ Rika was going to get the mail for her family when she saw someone kicking it. Naturally, she goes over to check on him.

I don't think she's met Pokey in person, so she doesn't recognize him yet. And is therefore, still pretending to be a normal little girl. ]

mi-. Sir? I don't know what the mailbox did to deserve that, but are you going to be okay?

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[Nope, she hasn't met him yet, so the light blue tone to his skin he has will probably seem somewhat odd. Aside from that little fact, and the fact that he's wearing a business suit, he's like any normal kid from initial observation. Well any normal, stupid kid who doesn't know how to handle their emotions.]

[Just...hopping up and down on a foot for a moment.]

Stupid...friggin'...mailbox! Yeah, I'm fine it's just....stupid.

[Clearly, he's a master of conversation today.]

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[ She does note this... however, it just makes her more curious about him. ]

There there, it is okay now. [ She walks over and offers a hand, so he can use her for support to keep off of his aching foot. ] Do you need some ice, and to sit down? There are chairs in my house. That would be better than hopping around like a "hip hop" bunny rabbit.