[The sound of rustling cloth can be heard, like Ggio's in a hurry. He sounds rushed and a bit angry, or anxious, using his phone as he makes his way through wherever he is.]

I need some milk, a rope and a bunch of feathers. Birds make too much of a mess. Some cake would be awesome, too.

[He sighs, gruffly and tired ( Read more... )

( [WE REGRET NOTHING] )

[Rock's sound asleep, sprawled out on the bed, he doesn't seem to notice the fact that he's in an eastern-style bedroom, in fact, it's decorated to show that he lives here, some fighting posters and rock bands plastered on the wall, his bass leaning against the desk. It's not until a blur passes past the screen that the camera refocuses, trying to ( Read more... )

[It sounds like Ggio's making this in a hurry, and there's more than a little fear in his voice beneath the anger and stress.]

Make it stop. If this is a virus or something it should end today, right? This fog business is not fucking cool, I-

[There's mumbling somewhere behind him, changing between two pitches of voice. He answers in a low, ( Read more... )

[ At first it's Ichigo, and Ggio standing in the same warehouse-style space seen in this post. ]

Okay. Run through it one more time, and then I have to get back to work.

[ And when the music starts, it's a whole different kind of dance from the one Ggio was doing earlier. Who says tough boys can't dance? ]

( OOCly cut for YouTube vid )

Now that everyone's talking about it again, how do you guys do this Christmas thing? Where do your gifts and funny hats and shit come from? Not that I really care but I may as well see what all the fuss is about.

((ooc: read as GIFTS HOW DUZ U DO THEM; Ggio has an idea for what he wants to get Ichigo for Christmas but no idea how to get it, so ( Read more... )

Out of all the people with their annoying crushes on me (there are at least one or two more) Ggio is the worst. Fawning over me is one thing, but constantly acting like he wants to sleep with me is really too much. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that he's the last person I'd sleep with. One of the last, anyway.I hate this place sometimes ( Read more... )

[Insert lots of moaning and roars in return as Ggio sets about killing zombies like a boss. There also seems to be particularly angry and loud moaning in the background, along with the pounding of a body against a door. Everything but that pounding dies down, and Ggio finally picks up his recording phone, sounding a bit winded and more than a ( Read more... )

( OOC cut for length, orz )

And you all thought that I was gone for good; like a good chef, I know when to leave my juicy morsels to simmer until they erupt into delicious, delicious gossip. Dig in, it's fresh and bound to satisfy - or make you run for over.

( CUT FOR LENGTH )