Komui Lee || [video]

[white_beret]

[The video flicks on, close to Komui's face. He's lying in bed, looking tired and slightly out of it. His glasses are stuck to his tribble, who is inching her way up the wall behind him]

I think the interns delight in putting me in comas when things are heating up.

[He sighs and starts patting his bed, feeling around for his spectacles.]

If I'm

Comments

[notanambassador]

Komui, are you okay?

[white_beret]

Nothing's wrong apart from the coma hangover. I'll feel more human once I have coffee and a wash.

How are you? Did you manage to bring your dresses back, or did it get too hectic?

[notanambassador]

I'm well. I did bring some supplies back, my room isn't quite as white anymore.

[white_beret]

It's far nicer to come back to a room with a few personal touches, isn't it?

[notanambassador]

Anything other than sterile white is a pleasant change.

[white_beret]

If you're not too worried about how tasteful the finished effect is I know a child or two who'd be delighted to cover your walls in as many colours as possible.

[notanambassador]

That might be a bit more color than I'm looking for.

[white_beret]

It would be a lot of colour, but if you take out the furniture beforehand they'll only be able to reach so far up the walls.

[notanambassador]

That still sounds far too garish. I would prefer something a bit more tasteful.

[white_beret]

In that case I've got a few names youll want to completely avoid if you ever decide to bring in the renovators.

[notanambassador]

I think I'll keep the redecorating to myself. There are plenty of other things people need to work on.

[white_beret]

So I've been told. There's no harm in focussing on redecorating; we've been threatened with permanent death several times and they've always turned round and laughed at us afterwards for believing it.

[notanambassador]

I fully intend to finish my project, but it doesn't seem like the right time to ask for assistance.