thelongestword: (angry | another tsun face)
thelongestword ([personal profile] thelongestword) wrote in [community profile] soul_campaign2012-10-05 10:53 pm

2 - Video [Mar. 28th, 8am]

[Filtered away from Hyoubu Kyousuke]

[Don't mind Shirogane not looking at the communicator. He's trying his best to keep his voice calm, but his jaw is tense as he attempts to bore a hole into the wall with his gaze alone.]

I need some help.




...I'll find a way to repay you.

[And that's about as much as his pride can take. How he wishes he had been friendlier (or at least what his attempt at being friendly is like: smiling as cheerfully as he can).

Shirogane turns to the communicator for a moment, before he grits his teeth and looks away again, his tone snappish (it's been nearly eleven days since his neighbour has begun "making his life more interesting" and he's close to just kicking Hyoubu until something ruptures.)]


If you don't want to help, that's fine too.
thorny: (彡 were never known)

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[personal profile] thorny 2012-10-06 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
The end result of this little errand. My apologies, I thought that my meaning was obvious enough.
thorny: (彡 that is my breath in your lungs)

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[personal profile] thorny 2012-10-07 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Am I? You'll only know once the dark deed has been completed and the goods delivered to your doorstep.
Edited (dammit html) 2012-10-07 17:21 (UTC)
thorny: (彡 I left it the right way to start again)

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[personal profile] thorny 2012-10-08 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Your faith in my shopping abilities is truly heartening. After having a good cry over the shining examples of humanity displayed to me here I'll be certain to begin my quest.
thorny: (彡 let it all burn)

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[personal profile] thorny 2012-10-09 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Believe me, the pleasure is all mine. Do I have a location to drop off the goods or is that strictly classified information?
thorny: (彡 of places I don't know)

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[personal profile] thorny 2012-10-09 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
Fear not, I'll go as undetected as possible during my stretch down the hall.

[several hours later there will be a discreet knock at the door of 8E. there is a large basket neatly sitting in front of the apartment, its owner just barely visible as she turns the corner.

tucked away inside is a healthy amount of fresh produce and juice as well as squid and octopus, tentacles ready to be whipped up into a tasty meal. probably. hey, it's edible and not pre-packaged! nobody said anything about sarcasm not being allowed to leak into the menu choices.

you're welcome, man. be glad she didn't include the pig's feet like that she contemplating.]