[Video/Action] Sixth Fuse
[The teen's sitting on the roof of Tower Alpha, smoking a cigarette as the sun sets over the City of Cydonia. Idly, he throws a paper airplane out, watching it loop in the air before gliding down quickly.
He hadn't made as many as he's used in training, and had been intending to teach Dende how to make them, only to realize that the kid was probably busy with his own project. Gokudera sighs before he picks up another white plane and looks out.
There's nothing special about this tiny roof. It just reminds him of the lunch periods he'd spent with his boss and that baseball idiot. He wonders if they miss him, or even if they'll show up at all. Can he go back after being away for so long? Is the Tenth safe? He's the worst right-hand man ever... and it's all SAMM's fault.
Gokudera hugs his knees, the toes of his shoes poking off the edge of the building as he smokes and reaches back to pick up another paper airplane. Instead, he picks up his communicator and turns on the video feed.
Peridot eyes glare for a few seconds, his mouth a pout around the cigarette between his lips.]
Fuck you, SAMM.
[His grip tightens on the communicator and he pulls his arm back, ready to launch the device off and onto the streets below. It shakes, the camera pointed at the sky before he sighs and gives up, cutting off the feed with a frustrated sound.]
He hadn't made as many as he's used in training, and had been intending to teach Dende how to make them, only to realize that the kid was probably busy with his own project. Gokudera sighs before he picks up another white plane and looks out.
There's nothing special about this tiny roof. It just reminds him of the lunch periods he'd spent with his boss and that baseball idiot. He wonders if they miss him, or even if they'll show up at all. Can he go back after being away for so long? Is the Tenth safe? He's the worst right-hand man ever... and it's all SAMM's fault.
Gokudera hugs his knees, the toes of his shoes poking off the edge of the building as he smokes and reaches back to pick up another paper airplane. Instead, he picks up his communicator and turns on the video feed.
Peridot eyes glare for a few seconds, his mouth a pout around the cigarette between his lips.]
Fuck you, SAMM.
[His grip tightens on the communicator and he pulls his arm back, ready to launch the device off and onto the streets below. It shakes, the camera pointed at the sky before he sighs and gives up, cutting off the feed with a frustrated sound.]