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Who: Belthazar and open!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Bishop
When: Now

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[Belthazar is usually much more careful about what he broadcasts, but this time he doesn't care. He's in the grips of a tantrum the likes of which haven't been seen for a very long time. He's a blackish blur off the edge of the screen, ripping things off his walls and throwing furniture like it's going out of style. He's screaming but not out of any particular physical injury; it's that of sadness and anger and desperation.

He hurls a chair at the other wall and it sounds like a bone breaking. Probably a 7/10. Passable work.]

He's gone! Why is he gone!? BRING HIM BACK!!

[He's a mess of hair and glowing green eyes and rage. He slams his fist on the table just in case that last bit wasn't clear enough.]

Do you hear me, Atroma?! [His voice cracks mid-yell thanks elf puberty.] I will hunt you down! I'll dismantle you piece by piece! I'll wipe you from EXISTENCE! I'll-- I'll--

[His eyes well up and he cuts off the feed, presumably to hurl more things at the wall until he feels better.]

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[ This isn't the time for a crack about their having a counselor's office, is it. ~~Besides, Haruka has been known to sleep on that couch.~~ She leans against the wall, tipping her head back. ] You feel things strongly.

[ It's not...necessarily a bad thing. But a useful thing to know. ]

[Oh, it's that guy... Haruka's not pointing out that he's crying, exactly, but he's embarrassed anyway. He wipes his face on his sleeve but doesn't open the door yet.]

Of course I do. Adra is my father! He's the only family I have.

[Technically he has Adra's other kids but he doesn't know them very well yet, except that the girl likes to crawl all over him regardless of what he's doing.]

He came back once, but... I don't know if it will happen a second time.

[ Ah. Haruka considers this new information. So she owes the kid's father from when she got sick, huh. ] Would you want that?

[ Him here means him captive. But her voice isn't judgmental. If that's what the kid wants, and is honest about it, he's being true to himself. ]

I--

[He hesitates. On some level, very intensely, he does. But he also doesn't want to deprive Adra's kids of a father. His reasons are complicated, basically.]

It isn't that I want him to come back. But I don't want to go home and lose everyone here.

I see.

[ More people who like it here. Hm. ]

In any case, we can't control the future. [ Yet. Just becuase she's biding her time doesn't mean Haruka doesn't still plan on going after Atroma at some point. Somehow. But that's just between her and Neptune. ]

[He would definitely appreciate a piece of Atroma after everything that's happened.]

No, we can't.

[He feels the heaviness of the metal pendant on his chest, and he remembers Adra's promise. It takes him a minute, but he finally reaches over and unlatches the door.]

... Thank you for speaking with me. I know I... am not easy to get along with.

[ Haruka laughs, actually laughs, but it's not derisive. ] You don't owe anybody that.

[ But, although she moves closer to said door since she hears that latch going, she won't open the door unless he makes the first move. He's the one having a rough time. It's his call. ]

[That's nice of her. He opens the door after a minute. His eyes are red and puffy, but at least the tears have stopped.]

I don't? I thought being abrasive was a terrible thing.

[ Now that he can actually see her body language, Haruka shrugs. She's not saying go out and deliberately antagonize people for the heck of it, but in the long run? So much of people's reactions to things stem from their own personalities that she doesn't tend to worry. Or be easily offended herself. ] You just focus on figuring things out.

[ Sorry for the sparkles and the aura of pastel super-coolness. They are completely unconscious as she lays down this Independent Adult Wisdom. ]

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