TWENTY-SEVEN:
[IT BEGINS AS AUDIO. HIGHLY IRRITATED AUDIO.]
Midnight cannot come soon enough. Not that I, of course, am--
No, Kuki--
[SUP, VIDEO FLICKERS ON.
WHY? BECAUSE A CAT LASHED AT THE DEVICE. WHAT, NO, ISHIDA URYU DOES NOT CUDDLE WITH CATS OR EXPRESS ANY AFFECTION BEYOND THAT OF A SLOW STROKE ALONG A FELINE'S BACK AS IT, PERHAPS, PERCHES BY HIS LAP AS HE READS A THICK VOLUME... NO WAY, NOT EVER.
Except it sure looks like maybe he does, surely a fluke, for there is a very annoyed cat awkwardly pressed against Uryuu's shoulder by an arm well-cramped by its inability to uncurl from the cat.
There are also scratches, fresh and red, on his neck, chin, and tears in his shirt. HEY NOW... Kukiko likes him. But not enough to be stuck for ten+ hours.
Uryuu lunges. VIDEO OFF. AND SOUNDS FOR THAT MATTER.]
Midnight cannot come soon enough. Not that I, of course, am--
No, Kuki--
[SUP, VIDEO FLICKERS ON.
WHY? BECAUSE A CAT LASHED AT THE DEVICE. WHAT, NO, ISHIDA URYU DOES NOT CUDDLE WITH CATS OR EXPRESS ANY AFFECTION BEYOND THAT OF A SLOW STROKE ALONG A FELINE'S BACK AS IT, PERHAPS, PERCHES BY HIS LAP AS HE READS A THICK VOLUME... NO WAY, NOT EVER.
Except it sure looks like maybe he does, surely a fluke, for there is a very annoyed cat awkwardly pressed against Uryuu's shoulder by an arm well-cramped by its inability to uncurl from the cat.
There are also scratches, fresh and red, on his neck, chin, and tears in his shirt. HEY NOW... Kukiko likes him. But not enough to be stuck for ten+ hours.
Uryuu lunges. VIDEO OFF. AND SOUNDS FOR THAT MATTER.]