9日
[ It's high up, which is probably one of the first things that can be noticed. That is, if the lights scattered here and there below are any in dictation. It is also raining, not as obvious, considering it is dark out, but the soft pitter-patter of the drops can be heard.
More distinctly there is humming. It is slow, soft, any almost mournful melody, broken here and there, but never for long. It is most of all thoughtful. Its tempo rising and falling as thoughts pass through the head of the one behind the hum, but never does it rise above mezzo-piano in volume.
The hand in which the PCD rests clenches, turning with a blur, after which Yoruichi comes into view. She laying haphazardly along the edge of a building on her stomach, dangerously slung over the side. Perched almost carelessly like a cat.
She is wet, enough that her hair clings to the the side of her face, little trails of water catching in a dim light as the fall over her cheeks, making them look almost like tears.
Her humming continues, soft and slow until the feed cuts a few minuted later ]
More distinctly there is humming. It is slow, soft, any almost mournful melody, broken here and there, but never for long. It is most of all thoughtful. Its tempo rising and falling as thoughts pass through the head of the one behind the hum, but never does it rise above mezzo-piano in volume.
The hand in which the PCD rests clenches, turning with a blur, after which Yoruichi comes into view. She laying haphazardly along the edge of a building on her stomach, dangerously slung over the side. Perched almost carelessly like a cat.
She is wet, enough that her hair clings to the the side of her face, little trails of water catching in a dim light as the fall over her cheeks, making them look almost like tears.
Her humming continues, soft and slow until the feed cuts a few minuted later ]