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perfectsymmetry[It's a beautiful Monday morning in spring! And aren't you thrilled that for the first time in several days that your newspapers are delivered on time? They're actually delivered early enough that they're there before you wake up. How wonderful!
After finishing his route, Crowe cheerfully skips off to school. I mean, he hasn't been there in several days, hopefully he can catch up, right? And all for that silly combat training he's been doing with Coach Jecht. But he's in such a great mood this morning he barely noticed his screaming muscles or bruised joints. Golly, sure hope the teachers aren't mad! Especially since it's getting so close to the end of the year! Maybe he'll ask coach if he can take a break so he's ready for finals.
... it's when he gets to the entrance of the school that the droning wears off, and Crowe suddenly stops as he realizes what's going on. He sort of stares in horror at nothing in particular. Good lord, that was scary. And it only lasted a few hours. Not wanting to tempt fate further, he goes off to class.
Something's different about Crowe lately though. He's quiet, and there's not as many smiles offered to one and all, as usual. He's still polite as ever, and pays attention in class, even trying to get notes for what he missed over the last few days from classmates and teachers. Most notably however, is that it looks like someone's been kicking the crap out of him lately. Mostly because someone HAS been - Crowe had been skipping school and his paper route to do some martial arts training with his blitzball coach. While athletic, Crowe couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag, and Jecht has been absolutely merciless on the boy. He's doing his best to not show how sore he is though. And as the school week progresses, he'll grow more quiet, more exhausted, but there will never be one word of complaint from him. Not one ill word.
Luckily for him, he's been too distracted and completely missed Mother's Day, and even the new face in his home.]
[A quick call, unfiltered.]
Please excuse my negligence the last few days regarding the paper delivery. It won't happen again.
After finishing his route, Crowe cheerfully skips off to school. I mean, he hasn't been there in several days, hopefully he can catch up, right? And all for that silly combat training he's been doing with Coach Jecht. But he's in such a great mood this morning he barely noticed his screaming muscles or bruised joints. Golly, sure hope the teachers aren't mad! Especially since it's getting so close to the end of the year! Maybe he'll ask coach if he can take a break so he's ready for finals.
... it's when he gets to the entrance of the school that the droning wears off, and Crowe suddenly stops as he realizes what's going on. He sort of stares in horror at nothing in particular. Good lord, that was scary. And it only lasted a few hours. Not wanting to tempt fate further, he goes off to class.
Something's different about Crowe lately though. He's quiet, and there's not as many smiles offered to one and all, as usual. He's still polite as ever, and pays attention in class, even trying to get notes for what he missed over the last few days from classmates and teachers. Most notably however, is that it looks like someone's been kicking the crap out of him lately. Mostly because someone HAS been - Crowe had been skipping school and his paper route to do some martial arts training with his blitzball coach. While athletic, Crowe couldn't fight his way out of a wet paper bag, and Jecht has been absolutely merciless on the boy. He's doing his best to not show how sore he is though. And as the school week progresses, he'll grow more quiet, more exhausted, but there will never be one word of complaint from him. Not one ill word.
Luckily for him, he's been too distracted and completely missed Mother's Day, and even the new face in his home.]
[A quick call, unfiltered.]
Please excuse my negligence the last few days regarding the paper delivery. It won't happen again.
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Date: 2010-05-18 12:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-05-18 11:11 pm (UTC)It-it's alright. I mean, if I didn't want to do it, I'd walk away. But... I have to stick with this.
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Date: 2010-05-19 02:10 am (UTC)When you're done, do you at least want to go to the malt shop for dinner or something?
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Date: 2010-05-19 02:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-19 02:36 am (UTC)continue/action/drop?
Date: 2010-05-19 02:43 am (UTC)good with just action logging it here if you want to timewarp? whatever you feel like!
Date: 2010-05-19 02:46 am (UTC)Continue tomorrow then as I am going home now! :(
Date: 2010-05-19 02:52 am (UTC)sounds good to me! o/
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Date: 2010-05-21 04:01 am (UTC)I do really like the idea of camping, though.
Crowe why u friends wit all the ladies. lawl.
Date: 2010-05-21 05:45 pm (UTC)boy you such a playa
Date: 2010-05-21 07:23 pm (UTC)[MORE SOCIAL SITUATIONS WITH PEOPLE SHE DOESN'T KNOW. Which, actually, she is looking forward to, but still.]
I could see if maybe Ed or someone else would be into it.
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