9 [Voice]
[For a long moment, there's nothing more than a static sort of hum that cuts sharp and hard against the device. The wind, one might guess, and from it, deduce that the owner is either on the move or up high. Whichever it is, it's difficult to tell from Sasuke's voice.
There's a tinge of strain to it. Light, but present, and underpinning that, a thread of irritation]
Tch. . .
[Again, there's nothing but the whipping of the wind, Then, quite suddenly, it all falls silent. A soundless death. It's several seconds before Sasuke finally speaks.]
Butterfly, I'll be at the apartment shortly. If we need food stores, start making a list.
Are you still around?
There's a tinge of strain to it. Light, but present, and underpinning that, a thread of irritation]
Tch. . .
[Again, there's nothing but the whipping of the wind, Then, quite suddenly, it all falls silent. A soundless death. It's several seconds before Sasuke finally speaks.]
Butterfly, I'll be at the apartment shortly. If we need food stores, start making a list.
Are you still around?