Third Song ♫ Voice | Kdgkdfjhgkdfjgh
[ ... Klavier wakes up slowly. He's tired. He's only just gotten some sleep. But he is a morning person, you see, so he made himself some lovely coffee, and decided he'd go outside to practice... by the Library steps, his favorite place to play his beautiful electric guitar, Libbie.
And then, in the reflections of his SFC, while he was going to contact people, hoping to get some leads on the disappearances here, or perhaps on that young boy's murder case (or... near murder case...?), he saw them.
They were not quite what he'd been expecting to see on his head. They were utterly illogical and against everything, completely, the prosecutor knew, And yet... the first thing he did was make a panicked voice post. Panicked, mumbled German can be heard in the beginning, but cannot be made out. ]
Gott... what... i-is the meaning of this?! I demand to know who decided this prank would be funny i-immediately...! I'll have you arrested on the spot! I swear on my prosecutor's badge and every ounce of rock in my body that the only notes you'll be hearing are sour, jailhouse blues!! Whoever did this... I will make sure you're prosecuted to the full extent of the law for ruining my perfectly good hair... with these... these... things! These fuzzy... headband... ear... things...! And whatever you attached to my pants! I swear it, mein gott, you have no idea who you've chosen to mess with...!
[ He refuses to believe the pair of cat ears and the newly acquired tail are real. REFUSES. OUTRIGHT. You can almost hear the distressed guitar screech the moment he picks up the SFC. When he hangs up, he is less than pleased. ]
(ooc: Slow replies will be slow. ... 'S-sup, guys? )
And then, in the reflections of his SFC, while he was going to contact people, hoping to get some leads on the disappearances here, or perhaps on that young boy's murder case (or... near murder case...?), he saw them.
They were not quite what he'd been expecting to see on his head. They were utterly illogical and against everything, completely, the prosecutor knew, And yet... the first thing he did was make a panicked voice post. Panicked, mumbled German can be heard in the beginning, but cannot be made out. ]
Gott... what... i-is the meaning of this?! I demand to know who decided this prank would be funny i-immediately...! I'll have you arrested on the spot! I swear on my prosecutor's badge and every ounce of rock in my body that the only notes you'll be hearing are sour, jailhouse blues!! Whoever did this... I will make sure you're prosecuted to the full extent of the law for ruining my perfectly good hair... with these... these... things! These fuzzy... headband... ear... things...! And whatever you attached to my pants! I swear it, mein gott, you have no idea who you've chosen to mess with...!
[ He refuses to believe the pair of cat ears and the newly acquired tail are real. REFUSES. OUTRIGHT. You can almost hear the distressed guitar screech the moment he picks up the SFC. When he hangs up, he is less than pleased. ]
(ooc: Slow replies will be slow. ... 'S-sup, guys? )