Dammit...

I haven't seen her for several days. Mmm.

[Klavier's sitting in the darkness, with a small flashlight. He flicks it on, so he's slightly visible. He's got a drink (thank you Russia) and an acoustic guitar. And so, he starts playing.]

[The radio crackles to life, and Klavier sounds incredibly pissed off.]Trucy, Ema, Wright... damn it, Kantilen, even. Where are you ( Read more... )