001 ∞ [action + video]
[What an ugly room.
What an ugly-looking room.
But, wait. Why the hell is he in a room? Eyes scanning the small expanse of the unfamiliar sleeping quarter, his brows furrows in confusion as he slowly sit up on the bed. He continues to inspect his surrounding while his mind works to organize his thoughts.
Alright, he remembers he went to visit the Tenth’s grave earlier and h- Shit. The Tenth! He was just talking to him, but then his time w-
No. No, that shouldn’t be right. He shouldn’t be in a room, he should b- ]
What the fuck is going on here?!
[Silence.
Of course. What does he expect? But, he swears, if this has anything to do with Shoichi, he is more than ready to teach him a lesson. A painful lesson, at that.
Throwing the covers off of him, his green hues land on a few items on the dressing table at his side. And, it is just when he reaches out to collect them that he realizes something very, very wrong.]
WHO THE HELL DRESSED ME?!
[A robe. A goddamn robe.
He was in a robe. Pulling at the fabric with unhidden distaste, he instantly slides off of the mattress to roam around the room. Where are his clothes? Where are his weapons? But, most importantly, what the fuck has happened to his cigarettes?!
Attempting to calm down, he returns to the bedside table to pick up the trinkets. Okay, there is money, a key (presumably for the door), and a circular device…
Dumping the first two items down on the rumpled sheets, he flips open the compact, scrutinizing it suspiciously. Then, after a few minutes of playing with it, he finally uses it once he figures out all of its functions.]
Hey. Hey. [glares right into the screen]
If this is some kind of game, I’m not interested in playing it! You better come here and give me back my clothes right now or I’m going to kick your ass. Do you hear me? I have way more important shit to do!
[momentary pause] Oh, and, by the way, don’t forget my lighter or my cigarettes.
What an ugly-looking room.
But, wait. Why the hell is he in a room? Eyes scanning the small expanse of the unfamiliar sleeping quarter, his brows furrows in confusion as he slowly sit up on the bed. He continues to inspect his surrounding while his mind works to organize his thoughts.
Alright, he remembers he went to visit the Tenth’s grave earlier and h- Shit. The Tenth! He was just talking to him, but then his time w-
No. No, that shouldn’t be right. He shouldn’t be in a room, he should b- ]
What the fuck is going on here?!
[Silence.
Of course. What does he expect? But, he swears, if this has anything to do with Shoichi, he is more than ready to teach him a lesson. A painful lesson, at that.
Throwing the covers off of him, his green hues land on a few items on the dressing table at his side. And, it is just when he reaches out to collect them that he realizes something very, very wrong.]
WHO THE HELL DRESSED ME?!
[A robe. A goddamn robe.
He was in a robe. Pulling at the fabric with unhidden distaste, he instantly slides off of the mattress to roam around the room. Where are his clothes? Where are his weapons? But, most importantly, what the fuck has happened to his cigarettes?!
Attempting to calm down, he returns to the bedside table to pick up the trinkets. Okay, there is money, a key (presumably for the door), and a circular device…
Dumping the first two items down on the rumpled sheets, he flips open the compact, scrutinizing it suspiciously. Then, after a few minutes of playing with it, he finally uses it once he figures out all of its functions.]
Hey. Hey. [glares right into the screen]
If this is some kind of game, I’m not interested in playing it! You better come here and give me back my clothes right now or I’m going to kick your ass. Do you hear me? I have way more important shit to do!
[momentary pause] Oh, and, by the way, don’t forget my lighter or my cigarettes.