[ That's so many things. Who said he could say so many things. Or that so many of them could hit so precisely. Kostos listens to it with his jaw clenched, breaking once for a single syllable of protest that doesn't develop into a full word before it's buried by Nikos' other thing and Kostos not knowing where he was going with that syllable anyway.
But, eventually— ]
Don't convince yourself you know anything about me.
[ Never mind that Nikos just demonstrated he knows at least few things. Double never mind that, to the extent he doesn't know something, Kostos is the one who decided not to be known.
He sounds collected, at least, in the sense that later he's going to collectedly have a few drinks and rile someone into trying to break his jaw. ]
If you want to propose the necessary chaos of revolution as official strategy, by all means. Your best bet for an ally here is the Scoutmaster. But until then—
[ The thing he already said, about not doing anything stupid. He's not saying it again. ]
[The clatter that follows is Nikos, throwing his sending crystal across the room. Because you can be thirty and still throw a tantrum if your older brother is a big enough arsehole.
But you can't hang up a sending crystal so it's not like that's the last word or anything. It's a big punctuation mark. Maybe the verbal equivalent of a middle finger.]
[ The last words are, ] I have other people to, [ which are largely buried beneath the clattering, then abandoned, right there, midway through the sentence, because Kostos catches on to the cause of the clatter, and his refusal to be a small, distant, undignified voice mouthing off to a wall means that Nikos is spared from hearing do that for me before Kostos abandons the connection, too.
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Date: 2018-08-28 05:13 am (UTC)But, eventually— ]
Don't convince yourself you know anything about me.
[ Never mind that Nikos just demonstrated he knows at least few things. Double never mind that, to the extent he doesn't know something, Kostos is the one who decided not to be known.
He sounds collected, at least, in the sense that later he's going to collectedly have a few drinks and rile someone into trying to break his jaw. ]
If you want to propose the necessary chaos of revolution as official strategy, by all means. Your best bet for an ally here is the Scoutmaster. But until then—
[ The thing he already said, about not doing anything stupid. He's not saying it again. ]
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Date: 2018-08-28 04:22 pm (UTC)[The clatter that follows is Nikos, throwing his sending crystal across the room. Because you can be thirty and still throw a tantrum if your older brother is a big enough arsehole.
But you can't hang up a sending crystal so it's not like that's the last word or anything. It's a big punctuation mark. Maybe the verbal equivalent of a middle finger.]
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Date: 2018-08-28 05:06 pm (UTC)So throwing it was definitely the right call. ]