The real world? Home...?

I don't want to go back there.

[ooc; All replies ICly answered hours later. And in text only.]

[Slight static, and a sort of mumble can be heard in the background: lots and lots of chatter. Still, Soubi's voice is quite clear. And close.]

...ears? I don't have those anymore.

[Well, whoever he's talking to doesn't seem pleased in the least. The static is enough to drown out whatever response he gets. Can you hear the frown? You bet you can ( Read more... )

I remember this...

[Who knows what's he talking about. Like he'll explain it anyway. There's a quiet scraping mingled in with footsteps and soft breathing.]

Oh. When they're this big, they're ugly.

[Blunt. Slightly amused for a moment. Is it supposed to sound THAT dirty? His voice is low; a whisper.]

Maybe Ritsuka would like--

[There's only a ( Read more... )

[For a moment, there's nothing but heavy silence. Breathing, perhaps, a little jagged. But then, the lowest whisper.]

It's only another... How annoying.

[Quiet again, as if the sound of his own voice is peculiar when it hadn't been before. Obvious fumbling until the device is in-hand. Rustling of 'clothes' being arranged and then-- A little ( Read more... )