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[dorkypantsuit]

CHANNEL FREQUENCY: 101.11011
DESCRIPTION: Basically he is always on the radio being obnoxious and looking for work. He will not apologize for talking nonstop to you.

MAIL BOX LOCATION: On the Ladder to Nowhere by his trailer door.
DESCRIPTION: A large kitschy maneki neko bank. Just slip your letter into the hole on the back of the cat's head.

Comments

[detonarrator]

Yeah, course. But getting him to stop doing stupid shit, both in the moment and hopefully in the longer term is more effective when you learn how to come at him with his own logic.

[There's a slight pause, and then a followup question, her tone almost apprehensive.]

What sort of crap has he been pulling?

[She's not gonna feel guilty about any of it, she wasn't here yet there wasn't anything she could do, but she can still (and does) feel bad for the people Foster has fucked with.]

[dorkypantsuit]

[He sighs in aggravation, rubbing his forhead with the palm of his hand.]

Just... Stealing things mostly.

[detonarrator]

[Sophie makes a face at her radio. Stealing things? That...doesn't make any sense. Foster hates things. Why would he steal stuff?]

...like, what?

[dorkypantsuit]

He took a girls game console. Just stuff like that.

[detonarrator]

[Oh god, of fucking COURSE it was video games. She groans. Then just for effect, she turns on her radio and groans AGAIN.]


uuuUGHHHhghhhhhgh. Yeah christ. Told her she was hiding or wasting her life or some other bullshit? God, okay when he starts trying to make other people follow his bullshit rules, then you gotta just step in, undo whatever he did, THEN sit him down and try and untangle his fuckin' backwards ass reasoning.