[ ♞ 005 ; VOICE ]

[feverhound]

[ softly, but still audible if you listen closely. clearly a bit drunk. ]

woof woof. hi. how are you back home? I'm doing fan-fucking-tastic. really. I am.

[ the sloshing of a half-empty bottle of liquor, then, in a somewhat slurred voice ]

is anyone else here dying for something to do?

Comments

voice.

[astraljunkie]

... What'd ya have in mind, exactly?

voice.

[feverhound]

something exciting, maybe

voice.

[astraljunkie]

Oh yeah? Sounds like you and me speak the same language then. Got a name?

voice.

[feverhound]

namae.

voice.

[astraljunkie]

Katou. So what exciting shit is there to do 'round here anyway?

voice.

[feverhound]

not much. why d'you think i was asking.

voice.

[astraljunkie]

Got a point there. Just figured you might have more of a clue than me since I just got here.

voice.

[feverhound]

[ a drunken laugh ]

stay here for long enough, and you can start feeling your brain melting in your skull from sheer fucking nothing-to-do.

voice.

[astraljunkie]

Shit. And here I thought Hell was bad enough.

voice.

[feverhound]

you say that from experience?

voice.

[astraljunkie]

Sure do.

voice.

[feverhound]

oh goody. more freaks.

voice.

[astraljunkie]

Yeah, yeah. Like I haven't fucking heard that one before.

voice.

[feverhound]

relax. this place is overrun with freaks. you'll fit right in.

voice.

[astraljunkie]

Whoop-de-freakin'-do. Just what I needed on top of all this bullshit.

voice.

[feverhound]

so tell me. what's hell like?