[The feed starts off with Gokudera cursing as he sifts through some papers.]

I was looking through my notes and-- [Some ash from his cigarette falls onto the pages and he brushes it off before continuing.] As far as I can tell, based on my observations, the three people who have been here longest now are all from my world.

What the fuck does that

[Gokudera is glad to be back in his room, and you can tell because it's messier than normal in the background of this feed. Spoiler: The mess is also an attempt to distract himself from his boss disappearing again.

As the feed starts, he's chewing on end of one of the temples of his glasses. He pulls it out of his mouth to address the network.]We ( Read more... )

[It is very, very early in the morning of the 24th -- do you know where your Gokudera is?

He's setting off fireworks. Very bright, elaborate, loud fireworks. Mostly outside, but some inside, as well. Because he doesn't give a good god damn if you're trying to sleep, he's busy working on this shit and possibly setting up small explosive traps at ( Read more... )

[Backdated to Friday evening, after this.

Enjoy a slightly skewed angle of Gokudera at a bathroom sink, trying to look at the inside of his mouth. There is blood over the lower half of his face, down both of his arms, as well as on his shirt and pants.

He won't be at dinner and he'll definitely be scarce over the weekend.]

Mitsuru, I've got the notes you wanted. [He puts his cigarette between his teeth while he finds and holds up a notebook for the camera.] I had to translate them, so it took a little while.

[When the feed starts, the device is half buried in the sand, showing a tilted view of the ocean.

Several minutes pass in silence. Then?

AN EXPLOSION IN THE WATER.It's not as impressive as it sounds, but a flailing, coughing Gokudera surfaces. It takes him a few minutes to get to shore, where he drags himself a few feet across the sand. Then he ( Read more... )

[When the feed comes on, Gokudera is holding it at arms length and scowling furiously. Which wouldn't be out of the ordinary except that he's about eight years old.]

Where am I?! Whoever kidnapped me is going to be sorry! My father--

[He stops abruptly and bites his lower lip. He hadn't meant to say that ( Read more... )

[Gokudera turns the video on. He's in his room. In the background is the usual jumble of explosives and books. Most of the latter appear to be on psychology.

He's flicking his lighter in an unsuccessful attempt to light a cigarette. After a moment, he gives up and addresses the camera.]

Anyone want to fight me? [A pause. He scowls.] Anyone who ( Read more... )

[Gokudera has a new hobby ( Read more... )

[The camera is on the dining room table. Gokudera's standing next to a chair nearby, like he's frozen in the act of pulling the chair out to sit. He's staring at what appears to be a small cake that appeared, unasked for, on his plate ( Read more... )