[The voice is obviously Shinjiro's, though it's not his frenquncy. Let's just say he grabbed some poor smuck walking by his room]

Who. The hell. Stole my Journal?

AND MY RADIO.

Someone's going to bleed for this.

((ooc: Of course Gin waould be evil enough to steal the bedridden Shinjiro's only links to the outside world... and his SHOWS.))

 [A slightly muffled sound of pleasure that might, at first, sound perverted. But after a few seconds it's obvious that's not the case.]

S-shit... this market has some good fruit stalls....

'ey, Histugaya, Matsumoto. You still in there? Damn sweet toothed bastards, ya...

[Mumbles of someone else talking to him, then uncomfortable silence]

...oh.

 [A long pause as Shinjiro ponders what to say]

...anyone who hurts the little puffs will answer to me. They're just animals, not monsters.

[Sounds of Shinjiro moving around in an awkward way and grumbling]

Pirates are gone... bout time.

Who here can take orders and cook, in that order?

((ooc: Shinjiro escaped the doctors during the chaos of freefall XD ))

 Yeah, this whole thing about the new taxes sucks, but next person to start chatting me up about it during dinner is-

[-pause, as if he just noticed something-]

...I've been 19 for almost 10 minutes. Hn.

[ooc: A little early, but Shinjiro's TST b-day is tomarrow. XD ]

......

.............

.......

...you're all idiots

XO, I need to talk to you.

[-sounds of something heavy and metal hitting something else metal.-]

Let's see...

[-papers rustling and objects moving around, until Shinjiro sucks in a almost paniced breath-]

Shit. Fucking HELL.

Now what...

(ooc: Also, over the next few days crewmen might see Shinjiro using Morris' old clothes. Blame not a lack of tacts, but a bitter ( Read more... )