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[truth_is_cold]

[Public | Audio]

[There is apparently one section on the fifth floor that's full of royally pissed off people. This lovely little announcement starts out with the sound of a hand slamming a communicator several times because the thing just isn't turning on fast enough, or working to his liking.]

Anyone up for a game of chess or Pai Sho or... practically anything? I have a ridiculous amount of games.

I'll need about twenty minutes to clean my room. [Because he has been breaking things left and right.]

I think I'll be leaving soon. At least for a little while. [Possibly for good. He's not sure yet. He's thinking that might be the case.] I need someone to be responsible for Ben for me, but I need to see my daughter. "Blame" whoever you like, I can't be of any use right now.

Comments

spam

[looksfine]

[Aya tilts her head slightly to one side, curious. She's not offended by the laugh.]

Did I say something you find amusing?

Re: spam

[truth_is_cold]

[He makes a small space between his fingers.] Just a little. [And he moves another piece, without offering explanation as to what it was.]

spam

[looksfine]

...oh.

[And she seems to accept this as an answer. It was not the first occurrence, and it would most certainly not be the last.]

[In lieu of further conversation, Aya simply returns the move. Focusing heavily on offense and long-term strategy. Her eyes occasionally glow as she processes the latest potential algorithms to predict his next moves.]