001. [voice.]
... It's harder to sleep, lately. With all that sound.
You've all become lively.
[ it'd be easy to construe the words alone as expressing distaste, but giovanni just sounds a little pleased about it, if anything. it's always nice when something different happens.
one gun taps against his thigh rhythmically. the metal clicks when he flicks his fingers over it, and while there's something very eager in it... it's controlled, as well. it's patient, like always. but he has been waiting, and it's not as patient as it could be.
his shoes sound wet on the underneath when they scrape across the ground. ]
I thought we wouldn't get any more days like this. Since the world 'repaired' itself.
... Hahah, I shouldn't have worried. But this is something new - for this world, at least.
For me, it's a little nostalgic.
[ very familiar. the sound of the torment on the network, of people slowly unravelling. losing their minds in such a similar way. will they all die, as well? will it last long enough for that?
there's a shift in the cadence of sound when he straightens, cocking his gun. the whole mood shifts to something rather more focused and intent. ]
It's a relief. Having something to do.
[ ooc: please forgive me, I may not be able to tag back properly until tomorrow! ]
You've all become lively.
[ it'd be easy to construe the words alone as expressing distaste, but giovanni just sounds a little pleased about it, if anything. it's always nice when something different happens.
one gun taps against his thigh rhythmically. the metal clicks when he flicks his fingers over it, and while there's something very eager in it... it's controlled, as well. it's patient, like always. but he has been waiting, and it's not as patient as it could be.
his shoes sound wet on the underneath when they scrape across the ground. ]
I thought we wouldn't get any more days like this. Since the world 'repaired' itself.
... Hahah, I shouldn't have worried. But this is something new - for this world, at least.
For me, it's a little nostalgic.
[ very familiar. the sound of the torment on the network, of people slowly unravelling. losing their minds in such a similar way. will they all die, as well? will it last long enough for that?
there's a shift in the cadence of sound when he straightens, cocking his gun. the whole mood shifts to something rather more focused and intent. ]
It's a relief. Having something to do.
[ ooc: please forgive me, I may not be able to tag back properly until tomorrow! ]