[The sound of a straw inside an empty juice box opens up the feed. Kotarou is slowly touching what looks like a giant fang the size of his finger around his neck. He flips it, thoughtfully. In his lap, Den shoves her damp puppy nose into his neck, sniffing enthusiastically.]Can't take sitting still like this. Bein' inside this much. Stuff this ( Read more... )

[It's quiet, for once, very quiet. The sound of a page turning, a little bit of a sigh. Footsteps in the hallway, doors opening and closing. Soft voices every now and again. All of the voices are soft ( Read more... )

[Hello, have a rooftop, and the whistling of wind in between the soft strains of what sounds like scratchy rock music. Kotarou jostles the things in his hands, his expression distant and a little serious as he reaches up to adjust the earbuds that disappear into his thick hair. His long ponytail blows over his shoulder, and his ears flick as he ( Read more... )