5th Fall [Video]
[Housemates, you might have noticed that Zack, when not busy with something, has taken to pacing around the house like a man possessed. Something's bugging him enough that his normal squats haven't been able to take the edge off, but getting him to actually spill is pretty much impossible. He always says he's fine, after all, and that's there's nothing to worry about. And then there's that damned smile which could put anyone off a topic, although...today there's no sign of it as he comes inside from the backyard, finally looking like he's worn himself out.
He certainly looks tired at any rate, and like he's not really among the living. So it shouldn't be any surprise that he flops on the couch for a bit, then sits up as if something's keeping him from relaxing. What's that something, exactly? Hard to say right away, even as he pulls a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and tosses his Dreamberry onto the coffee table. Unfortunately, it skitters across the surface with enough force that it turns on, the thing coming to rest against in a book at just the right angle to focus on the couch.]
[The berry comes on in time to show Zack sitting on the couch, a tiny piece of paper in his hand. Anyone in the room can read the flowerly, obviously written by a female hand script over his shoulder, but they won't have to since Zack reads it aloud a moment later.]
"I've got twenty-three tiny wishes, but I've put them all into one. I'd like to spend more time with you."
[He blinks, then sighs and folds up the note. He returns it to his shirt pocket, then puts his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, leaning forward as if to curl in on himself.]
...Shiva, I really messed that up, huh? What a mess.
[Now he stands, grabbing his Berry and shutting it off as he heads out the back door. He'll just be wandering in circles in the backyard if he's needed. Don't mind the stircrazy pup, guys. He just needs to hit something..]
He certainly looks tired at any rate, and like he's not really among the living. So it shouldn't be any surprise that he flops on the couch for a bit, then sits up as if something's keeping him from relaxing. What's that something, exactly? Hard to say right away, even as he pulls a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and tosses his Dreamberry onto the coffee table. Unfortunately, it skitters across the surface with enough force that it turns on, the thing coming to rest against in a book at just the right angle to focus on the couch.]
[The berry comes on in time to show Zack sitting on the couch, a tiny piece of paper in his hand. Anyone in the room can read the flowerly, obviously written by a female hand script over his shoulder, but they won't have to since Zack reads it aloud a moment later.]
"I've got twenty-three tiny wishes, but I've put them all into one. I'd like to spend more time with you."
[He blinks, then sighs and folds up the note. He returns it to his shirt pocket, then puts his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands, leaning forward as if to curl in on himself.]
...Shiva, I really messed that up, huh? What a mess.
[Now he stands, grabbing his Berry and shutting it off as he heads out the back door. He'll just be wandering in circles in the backyard if he's needed. Don't mind the stircrazy pup, guys. He just needs to hit something..]