Report 029 [Accidental Video]
[When the feed begins recording, the PCD is at an odd angle, making the floor look slanted. Hitsugaya is sitting in the right half of the screen, his knees in the air at odd angles as he struggles to manage something that his body blocks from view. His eyes are a little glossy and wild, but it looks as if he's taking steps to calm himself down. His breathing is even and deliberate, and he's mumbling something inaudible under his breath.
After a moment, he seems to get fed up and reaches down to grab something with his teeth, pulling a long piece of material up along with his right arm, which seems to be held up by nothing but the strip of material wrapped around it. He tightens the wrappings with his left hand, pulling it taught with his teeth.]
Ridiculous. It was nothing. Extra week off. Mustang mentioned something....
[He continues muttering through the material, putting together information and distracting himself from the fact that he was sitting here so damn early in the morning binding his useless arm. Grinding his teeth enough to rip through the fabric, he whispers a curse and pulls the arm up onto his raised knees. But despite his frustration, he really does seem to be calming down.]
It will be in perfect shape in a week. Look on the network, and it won't be an isolated incident. Several others will have-
[He freezes, dropping the incomplete wrapping as he hastily looks for the PCD. He doesn't notice it's recording, reaching with his left arm and pressing something that ends the video feed.]
After a moment, he seems to get fed up and reaches down to grab something with his teeth, pulling a long piece of material up along with his right arm, which seems to be held up by nothing but the strip of material wrapped around it. He tightens the wrappings with his left hand, pulling it taught with his teeth.]
Ridiculous. It was nothing. Extra week off. Mustang mentioned something....
[He continues muttering through the material, putting together information and distracting himself from the fact that he was sitting here so damn early in the morning binding his useless arm. Grinding his teeth enough to rip through the fabric, he whispers a curse and pulls the arm up onto his raised knees. But despite his frustration, he really does seem to be calming down.]
It will be in perfect shape in a week. Look on the network, and it won't be an isolated incident. Several others will have-
[He freezes, dropping the incomplete wrapping as he hastily looks for the PCD. He doesn't notice it's recording, reaching with his left arm and pressing something that ends the video feed.]