Feb 05, 2012 18:20
[ So, he found an apartment. It's clean, tidy, somewhat nice, too. Not that he noticed or even cared about it. Usually, he would be careful with his device, but this time, he had more than a little to drink, and he failed to notice the device recoding in the tiny table at his bedside. It shows the corner of his room and Kotetsu would be seen lying on the bed, arms tucked behind his head.
He's staring at the ceiling, his expression deeply unhappy. What can be seen of his arms show most of his skin was covered in bandages. There is no sign of bleeding, though. He groans and lifts his legs to shuffle off his socks using only his toes. ]
.... That's enough, Kotetsu Kaburagi.
[ Easy said than done. He was doing a good job advising everyone to keep their heads up. They did what they can, that what matters, right? ... Man, he felt like a complete hypocrite. It sickened him. ]
Tch. [ He crossed his legs with an irritable huff. He just can't stop thinking about the recent events and the massacre.. It didn't help when Val posted all the names of the people he failed to protect. Thanks a lot, Val.
After a few minutes, the feed ends. ]
c: midnighter,
c: barbara gordon,
c: vriska serket,
kotetsu t. kaburagi,
c: alfred f jones (america)