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[perfectsymmetry]

[Like a few other folks in town, something is up with Crowe. The usually bright paperboy, who chats pleasantly with everyone, is skulking about town looking downright volitile. Anyone who approaches him will be met with unusual hostility and bitter remarks.

He'll be still going about his usual business though. He'll show up to blitzball and combat practice with Jecht and his friends. He'll be absolutely ruthless today though, especially while fighting. Enjoy, Jecht!

Even after that, he can be found in the rec center, using the boxing equipment there, fiercely pummeling the practice bags. His fists, by this point, are raw and are starting to bleed. Occasionally, he stops and grabs his head, looking like he might be a bit dizzy. A small part of him is telling him that something is wrong, VERY wrong. But it's quickly quashed. This is the way he is now. The way he always should have been. Right?]

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[puffinparadise.livejournal.com]

[Walking over right now, but hasn't seen the bloody fists yet.]

Hello Crowe.

oh god oh god

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Still punching away, he ignores you... or maybe doesn't hear you?]

This isn't going to end well at all

[puffinparadise.livejournal.com]

[Well that's weird. He isn't going to take a leaf from...the rest of his family's book since they're insane.

So he'll repeat the other boy's name, again.]

he's going to hate himself forever after this, oh man

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He turns around. There's a moment where he looks like his normal self when he sees it's you, but then goes back to looking miserable.]


...what.

D-d'aww Crowe

[puffinparadise.livejournal.com]

[This is even odder.]

I was saying hello.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, no sparkles and sunshine in the world of Crowe today.]

Yeah. Hi.

[Turns back to the punching bag.]

[puffinparadise.livejournal.com]

[Spotting those bloody hands now.]

Shouldn't you think you should stop?

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

No. It's fine. I have to get used to it.

[puffinparadise.livejournal.com]

You're going to ruin your hands.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He stops a moment and looks at them. They're shaking and bleeding a bit. But he curls them back into fists and keeps going.]

[puffinparadise.livejournal.com]

[Grabbing his arm.]

I'm serious, don't do this to yourself.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He gives you a glare, then tugs his arm free.]

I said I'm fine!

[puffinparadise.livejournal.com]

Obviously you aren't.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

I don't care. Leave me alone.

[puffinparadise.livejournal.com]

No way.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head.]

Yes way. I don't need anyone's help!

[puffinparadise.livejournal.com]

Judging by the bleeding fists and your attitude, I think you do.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

I don't need your attitude. Leave me alone!

[puffinparadise.livejournal.com]

There is nothing wrong with my attitude. Yours is the only one that needs adjusting.

[perfektsymmetry.livejournal.com]

Shut up already! I've had enough of you.

[He's still going at the bag, but he's getting winded.]