Nov 03, 2011 01:04
[As everyone knows, it's a bit nippy outside with a tonne of merciless snow, so the only thing that anyone can see is the cloudy, snowing, night sky. It's late.
There's a sound of crunching snow, though it's not heavy. There's a brisk gasp that sounds out in the muffled air, followed by a small cough from taking in such cold air so rapidly.
To those that know him, a familiar voice reaches the speakers. For those that don't, a foreign voice can be heard.]
So cold...
Where am...
....ah! Som...arium?
I've returned...
If that's so...where is...
[A hand covers the camera for a moment before revealing familiar green eyes and blond hair]
There it is...
[There's a shivering noise that comes from his lips]
I need to get inside before I become a popsicle.
[Without checking if it's actually on or not, he just slips it into his pocket. All you see now is the black from the inside of his pocket and the light crunch of snow.]
the return,
c-c-c-cold,
ic: video