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[errandry]

"Hey, this is Kazu. Leave a message if you need something!" SELECT OPTION ▶ call ▶ voicemail ▶ text ▶ action

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[sickbeat]

if i didnt know any better dude id think youre trying to imply you can

[errandry]

A-Ts, remember? told you they were good.

[sickbeat]

bullshit
you have rocket launchers duct taped onto them dont you

[errandry]

nah, it'd be impossible to control the kickback from rocket launchers. they're just regular treck engines! you'll see.

[sickbeat]

how much longer now grandpa

[errandry]

I dunno, only a little more time than it's gonna take me to kick your ass in every game?

[sickbeat]

[Dave lands in front of the arcade, looking around for Kazu.]

oh dude that was a sick burn
how the fuck am i supposed to recover shit man be gentle next time

[errandry]

Gonna have to get used to the truth sometime!

[ and Kazu's coming up from the corner and waving! ]

Yo.

[sickbeat]

[Dave puts away his iphone, this time dressed like a normal kid.]

I see you've figured out how to swagger as you limp, dude.

[errandry]

[ he doesn't seem any more at ease with the cane, possibly because he's only using it once every three steps, as usual. why does it existttt. ]

Hey, you brought it on yourself!

[sickbeat]

[Snerk. And he might make a point of holding the door open for him. Snerking.]

Ladies first.

[errandry]

[ staring at the door, then at Dave. ]

What kinda comeback is that.

[sickbeat]

Jesus fuck, walk already.

[His glasses slip down enough to show red eyes rollllling.]

[errandry]

Yeah, yeah, it's still a shitty line!

[ but walking... ]

[sickbeat]

[Did he eyeroll already? Well, he's doing it again as he follows in behind Kazu.]

I'll try to think of better pickup lines next time.

[So many games. WHERE TO START?]

Foosball?

[errandry]

Oi, that's not the point! But foosball oughta be pretty easy.

[ he heads over to claim a table, planting both hands against the ledge. ]

[sickbeat]

I thought I'd be generous and start off slow for the crippled.

[Dave takes his spot on the other end, hands on the handles.]

[errandry]

Eeeh, you sure you don't want the advantage while you've still got it?

[ KICKS OFF THE PUCK, OKAY, and then foosball happens. that is a thing. that I am not describing right now. ]

Thought you wanted to talk about curses anyway.

[sickbeat]

I can talk while owning ass, all right.

[Foosball is definitely happening.]

Have you been near the clock before?

[errandry]

Nah, I just—remember a couple things about it. And the stories get around pretty fast.

[ contemplation doesn't actually stop him from knocking the ball back in angles towards Dave's half of the field. ]

Nobody knows how it's all connected, though—clock and curses and deities.

[sickbeat]

[BLOCK!!!! And a somewhat awkward return toward Kazu's side.]

I'm going to go ahead and assume the deities don't tell anyone shit.

[errandry]

[ keeping his set of bars in spin. ]

Nothing useful! Think the last time any of 'em said anything, they wanted something about paperwork.

[sickbeat]

[a SICK SAVE. And BALLIN RETURN.]

Shit, you're kidding, seriously? That's messed up.

[Eyerolleyerolleyeroll.]

[errandry]

You don't even know the half of it, man.

[ BLOCK!! gosh, this could go on for a while. ]

[sickbeat]

[Blah blah blah foosballin']

Well shit, dude. Maybe try telling me the other half?