with fingers crossed they'll talk to me

[buildstherobots]

[phone]

[This... this is a drunk dial. It's obvious from Dist's tone, the way he's slurring... hell, even the subject matter. He's been brooding a lot lately, mostly due to being brainwashed. Twice. To have your mind forcibly taken... it's not an easy thing to recover from.]

We're all... here, we're all surrounded by people. Prisoners, like ourselves. But who among us... who doesn't feel lonely? Disconnected from all those around you... I fear that's their goal. Isolation, even in the face of a crowd.

[Dist takes a deep breath, possibly taking another swig from his drink.]

We're overdue for a town attack. Divide and conquer. Without unity... I don't know what we'll do in the face of whatever they throw at us.

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[chibi_emperor]

[ Nope, Dist is not going to give it back. In fact, he'll make sure of that by drinking it himself. ]

Why would I be in something like that, little drunk brat?

[buildstherobots]

Stop calling me that; I am not in the mood. And last I checked, you were the pet here, while I've been in this house for over two years. It's mine. Everyone else comes and goes.

[And you know what? Fine. Dist can just get up and go make himself another... swaying and bracing himself on things the whole way.]

[chibi_emperor]

You're still younger than me. What the hell's got you down so much anyway? [ What is this, is Emperor really worrying about someone that isn't his host? There's at least a touch of worry for the guy.

With that much swaying it isn't hard for Emperor to push him to the couch and make him drop down on it. If he'd had two arms he would have crossed them. As it is, he puts his hand on his hip, glaring at the man. ] Talk. Why do you even feel isolated?

[buildstherobots]

[Dist isn't hard to move even when he is walking steadily, so he goes down to the couch easily. He's not happy about it, though, crossing his arms and slouching like an irritated teenager. He even turns his head away.]

I don't see why that's any of your business.

[chibi_emperor]

[ He snorts. ]

If you hadn't noticed, we're both stuck in the same house. That makes it my business. [ Correction; everything is his business. ]

[buildstherobots]

No it doesn't! We're not friends; you have no reason to care about how I feel. What would you do with the information, anyway?

[chibi_emperor]

When did I ever say that we're friends? I said we're both stuck here. Geez, how much have you been drinking? And what do you think? Sell it to your enemies? [ As if he even knows who the guy's enemies are. ] I would do something about it of course. You're bringing the mood of the entire house down with your angst.

[buildstherobots]

[Dist crosses his legs, completing the illusion of being closed off, if only in posture.]

Fine. Do something about my having more enemies than friends, and said friends only caring about me for what I can do for them. Do something about not even wanting to go home because I've got nothing there either. Do something about nothing.

[chibi_emperor]

[ He blinks at the outburst and the illusion. ]

Oh please, as if I don't have more enemies than friends too. [ With an attitude like his, it really isn't strange. ] Then you should consider making new friends. [ As if making friends is easy. ] And if you don't want to go home, then don't. [ He mulls over the fact that if it hadn't been for Rei he probably wouldn't have much of anything back home anymore. He hates Heike, dislikes Sakurako...It isn't hard to imagine how it must feel to actually not have anything. ] Find something you find meaningful.

[buildstherobots]

There's nothing any more. Nothing to do but die and be reborn, to use and be used. Anything meaningful is a lie under these circumstances.

[chibi_emperor]

Some downer you are. You don't have to die, and you can choose who you get used by. Well, mostly. Try to find someone to care for. It's not impossible. [ Because if even Emperor can find people he cares about in a place like this, anyone can, if you ask him. ]

[buildstherobots]

I'm sure I could find someone to care for, but it's not like they'd give a damn about me.

[chibi_emperor]

Then you've obviously found the wrong person. [ Is he really having this sort of talk with another person? Seriously? He has to be growing soft at his old age. ]

[buildstherobots]

What if there's not a right person?

[Dist is, at this point, just being a bit contrary, though he's only barely aware of it.]

[chibi_emperor]

[ Kids these days...

He sigh. ] There is. And I don't believe in that crap that there's just one for a person. There's more than that, with how many living creatures there's in the world.

[buildstherobots]

I don't think so. And I wouldn't even know how to do it anyway, so it doesn't matter.

[Pout pout. Dist, you're impossible.]

[chibi_emperor]

You really are a child. I see I gave you too much credit when it comes to maturity.

[ He used to see Dist as a kid, but not as a child. There's a big difference, in his opinion. ]

How to do what? Get close to people?