TO EVERYONE

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[ He may have had some help from his alphabet wall and settlement children to write this. ]

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[Maybe the ONLY reason this has caught Nero's attention is the little shark drawing, which definitely has the hand of a Solvunn kid. Did Solvunn seriously snatch some kid...? He hasn't noticed anyone new, but. They've been busy.]

Hey, little guy. I don't, uh, really get it, but props for trying! Are your "special plays" like, er... Shakespeare?

[He has a feeling it is not Shakespeare.]

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[ He must decipher this carefully, picking out the letters and words he knows... ]

SPES IAL PLAYS

HO RIZIN

UU GO

FREN D

BEEE ECH

[ There, perfect. ]

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[The distinct feeling he may have misread the situation occurs to Nero. Right. Horizon. Special plays... place. Place.. Right. He's getting this down, but he does get distracted by --]

Did you just call me a bitch?

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[ A half dozen children are laughing as Nanaue writes B I T C H in the dirt. One of them shouts the word for him and another leaps on their friend to quiet them. A playful wrestling match happens behind Nanaue as he tries to write out: ]

NO BICH

BEECH

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[!!! LOOK HERE YOU LITTLE SHI--]

If that's how you're gonna do it, kid, you're gonna find yourself shoved in the locker sooner rather than later

[Experience (and seeing the other messages) has given Nero some time to think over this further and put things in perspective. One: he should probably chill. It's not his fault the pit's given him an even shorter fuse. Two -- he didn't have a two, actually, but give him a chance, he probably will go to the Horizon and shove someone in a locker.

Some time later:]

Beach. You meant. Beach. Right.

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[ ?????

He loses most of that first part because the children are distracted with the battling behind him and not helping. ]

NO KIDD

BEEACH
FISHSAND
:)

U GO

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Okay, fine! I'll drive by when I got time. Jeez.