[Oh, you think he'd learn but that goshdarn webcam's at it again only this time you only get the audio. Sounds like someone's waking up with a huge yawn, stumbling out of bed and then a sudden 'erk!' as said someone finds themselves overwhelmed by sudden nausea.]

What the - oh my god, who are you and get out of my bed!!!!

[[Putting this up before ( Read more... )

[Looks like the built-in webcam has switched on of its own accord as Adachi storms in, slings his jacket over the chair and starts pacing about furiously. His muttering is picked up by the microphone.]

Shit shit shit shitshit. [He kicks out at something.] Fuck! How the fuck did this happen! This shouldn't - Nanako-chan and Dojima-san, I can't -! [ ( Read more... )

As soon as Adachi arrived back at his apartment, and bid goodbye to Naoto, he made for the sofa and collapsed on it, eyes firmly shut and one hand pressed to his forehead. The effects of the virus were still continuing and with Naoto gone, it was practically impossible to ignore what was only in his mind.

Damn community.