Game Over: The Retake (OPEN)

[Rhett Goddard]

"You don't even know my name, kiddo, how can you possibly say I'm not a stranger to you? What's up with this kid? Seriously "Bear in mind that I am NOT that Zac you think I am."

Rhett started wondering if he ever was as annoying and, well, stubbornly stupid as Stitch in front of him. He hated the thought of he being like that. He loved being a nuisance, but there are many types of obnoxious people, and the childlike dumb one was not of his favorites. He preferred being, or attempting to be, the cleverly sharp and mostly silent type. I definitely love myself to death.

"Really? Because it is very masculine and macho-like to hang around with that thing in your head you know." Because thirteen year olds are supposed to be, at least, mature enough to know that it looks gay, right? "I mean, I'm not judging you but... No, wait, I am judging you. Even if you, most likely, are starting to hit puberty, and I am assuming you do know what that is too, the thing, and behavior, screams at the four winds that you are either gay or will be at some point in the near future."

There. If Rhett ever wondered, that was the reason why he would never have a real friend. Now is your cue to cry and leave, boy.

[Jared Park]

Despite what seems like a rather tense air enveloping them, Jared is visibly unaware of such a heavy atmosphere. While his retorts might be seen as rather serious and, well, mean, he’s under the impression that the mystery boy (whom he’s dubbed as Zac currently) and him are in good terms. Apparently not.

“Gosh. You don’t have to be so hoity-toity on me,” he said, putting his hands out in front of him and smiling brightly in an effort to calm what seems to him as an enraged beast already. “I know you’re not – well maybe I don’t before but now I do – Zac. I’m just kidding with you, that’s all. Calm down.” Hopefully that’ll pacify the boy.

Or not.

While he might be dense at times, he does know how to tell sarcasm apart from time to time. And with the boy’s current mood, it doesn’t take much to do so really. “Hey! I’m seriously of-” He was just about to shout back but he was suddenly cut off with the onslaught of words unleashed by the said beast boy. And boy was he torn to pieces.

Jared has been rather different growing up, preferring clothes and shoes over ball games and trucks. Combined with his rather soft and effeminate features (and to an extent, gestures and habits), he’s been dubbed as ‘gay’ early on, and has been struggling with that ever since. While the teasing visibly died down as he grew older, he still feels that behind his back, people are still judging him. Seems that it was true.

“Well thank you for being such a great prophet then,” he barked back, biting his lips soon after to suppress the tears that he feels will drop down soon after. Thank goodness it was dark; he could just hope that his slowly reddening eyes aren’t visible in the dark.

With a huff, he jumped down the pool table and made a beeline for the door. His room might be a bit too boring, but at least no one will mock him for being different back there.

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[Rhett Goddard]

Rhett sighed as he saw the big blue head leave the room. Prophet? No... They all leave... Always. He waited there for a few seconds, in the dark, and then stood up and carefully turned off all the arcades. He was deeply trying not to think, he didn't want to wonder too much on the fact that just before the boy had said that P word, Rhett knew he was about to leave. It had nothing to do with precognition, no, his powers pointed in the opposite direction. The thing was, maybe, just as Rhett was the cause why the boy left, maybe everyone in his own past had done the same for the same reason. But no, Rhett couldn't think such think...

I don't even care. I don't. He slowly walked out of the room and back to his own bedroom. He was sleepy now.