*Eardrum Buster 014 // Acc. Video
[The feed flicks on, apparently hooked onto the belt, considering the level it's viewing. Footsteps, peeking into a bedroom window... A few soft sounds of disgruntlement. After a moment or two, the vision moves again, this time taking her back to her own place, peeking into a room that's not her own.
There on the table are the two clasps she'd stolen, gleaming all silver and intricate. Then the door slams shut.]
Alfons! Where are you!
There on the table are the two clasps she'd stolen, gleaming all silver and intricate. Then the door slams shut.]
Alfons! Where are you!