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[ When the feed clicks on, the teenager being recorded immediately starts to speak -- except, of course, it's night, and the only thing he manages to accomplish is the task of moving his mouth soundlessly and looking like an idiot. Still, he catches on after a few soundless syllables, shoulders heaving in what looks like a silent rrrrgh before he switches tactics.
The camera jerks downwards to focus temporarily on his sneakers, and the speakers fill with the sounds of furious click-clacking as the boy types in his message on his cellphone's keyboard. ] if this is someone's idea of a practical joke, very funny. har har har, you're hysterical.
okay. satisfied? joke's over. how do i get back THROUGH this thing? [ The camera swivels to face the mirror, and the teenager taps on it (once, twice) for emphasis. ] i want to go back home.
[ After that, the view drops back down to the floor, as if that was all the kid had to say -- but then he pauses, considers it, and punches in another message. The click-clack of his cellphone keys might sound considerably more irritated than they did a moment ago. ] and i'm not wearing THAT in public. [ The camera jerks to take in the sight of a
mask lying on the edge of the rumpled bed. ] nothing against shiki's piggy, but i'm NOT making him a fashion statement.