[Bzzt, again.]

...Is it supposed to do that?

...The snow. It makes me feel... nostalgic, and a little sad. A lot of things happened that day in the snow... new things, sad things... pain and loss. But I learned more about myself, and what it means to be human...

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[The comm clicks on and for a few minutes there's just the slight rustling of cloth. There is a moment of silence, then a few chords strummed on a guitar can be heard before this song begins to play.]

((Yes, this sort of happened last time he was here too, shut up. I like that song and I had nothing else to make him post right now don't judge ( Read more... )

[The communicator turns on to a rustling of cloth; presumably from inside of a pocket]

...It's quiet in here.

[If one waits long enough, they can briefly hear the start of the same song that Jiro played in his second entry before the transmission cuts out.]

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Sneaky Group... are you there? Is Mitsuko not here? If she's not here, then...

Maybe that's for the best. She should be home by now... Masaru will be happy.

[There's a light tap as the communicator is set aside, still on, and the sounds of a guitar come through for a minute or two before the transmission cuts out.]

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