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soul_campaign2012-04-27 03:16 pm
topgun_textiles) wrote in soul_campaign2012-04-27 03:16 pm
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[ 03: February 13th | Video ]
[The feed switches on to Kanji sitting in a chair facing backward, though the frame only catches the bottom half of his face as he pulled his arm back. He was never good at filming...]
...Yo. Had a lotta shit to do lately, so this entry's kinda late.
[And that was when an odd jingling started from somewhere behind him. The teen ignored it, taking a fist and slapping it against an open palm.]
I partnered up with Tifa! We're livin' in Death City Heights, Building 6, so don't bother lookin' in Murder Manor or Creeping Crypts.
[A lopsided grin.] Heheh... Witches're seriously screwed now!
[And with that, he cuts off the feed to the public, opens up a private message and hesitates, heart pounding. He could do this. He could do this...!]
[Private: Naoto]
[He'd turned his head away before the private feed started, arms tightly folded as clammy hands were balled into fists.]
Y-... y-y'free tomorrow!?
[Did his voice crack? Of course it did.]
...Yo. Had a lotta shit to do lately, so this entry's kinda late.
[And that was when an odd jingling started from somewhere behind him. The teen ignored it, taking a fist and slapping it against an open palm.]
I partnered up with Tifa! We're livin' in Death City Heights, Building 6, so don't bother lookin' in Murder Manor or Creeping Crypts.
[A lopsided grin.] Heheh... Witches're seriously screwed now!
[And with that, he cuts off the feed to the public, opens up a private message and hesitates, heart pounding. He could do this. He could do this...!]
[Private: Naoto]
[He'd turned his head away before the private feed started, arms tightly folded as clammy hands were balled into fists.]
Y-... y-y'free tomorrow!?
[Did his voice crack? Of course it did.]
[Action]
[He shrugged. Damn, he kind of missed the guy. Even before his sister's death, they didn't see each other as often as they did as kids.]
...Anyway. Gimme a letter.
[The stylus was given a little twirl in his hand. Hopefully this one wouldn't be too easy.]
[Action]
[Hm, a letter for a seven-lettered word]
... T.
[She had an idea.]
[Action]
[Crap. Maybe he should have picked a longer word...]
[Action]
E?
[Action]
[Definitely picking a longer word next time. Perhaps he should not have chosen a letters game with the Detective Prince, but hey, perhaps this was getting her mind off of things.]
[Action]
[She's pretty sure that's the answer.]
[Action]
[And there it was. He filled in the rest of the letters, and just for fun, doodled a little Teddie rolling around. Damn, he missed that bear, too.]
'Nother round?
[Action]
Yes... I would enjoy that. [The word may have been easy, but this was... fun.]
[Action]
[He began to draw nine lines... a nice big word.]
[Action]
[... Ah. She had a few ideas]
A?
[Action]
[Hm, he wondered if he should have added the second word... ah well. Same thing either way.]
[Action]
... S?
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
[He closed the draw pad and quietly set the crackers and things on the table, then sat back. She looked so different when she slept, when she wasn't keeping that cool, professional air about herself... peaceful.]
[G'night, he thought, choosing to avoid speaking up, possibly waking her. After a long, low sigh through his nose, he settled in and let himself drift off. He'll worry about the nurses coming in to boot him out in the morning.]