twenty-two treasures {babysitting} [VOICE]
Hey, wasn't the snow-- Kamui, where are you going?
[There's the sound of someone stumbling and a moment later something -- probably the communicator -- hits the ground with a thump; the sound is rendered muffled and fuzzy for a long moment. Before long it finally picks back up on Kamui's voice, but the sound is still muffled. Kamui's tone is a little indistinct -- likely the fever mucking up his thought process.]
--won't kill me to go outside.
Subaru wants you to stay put.
[...]
He won't notice if I'm gone for a few minutes. I'm going stir crazy.
Yes he will. Stay put.
No he won't.
You'd notice if he was gone. Sit down.
No.
Kamui.
You're not my mother.
Fortunately. [Fuuma falls silent and the only sound for a few seconds is that of cloth rustling, followed shortly by the sound of something being shoved into the coffee table. There's a brief silence before Fuuma can be heard muttering something, his words too quiet to be picked up by the communicator. There's another brief silence, and then the couch creaks as someone sits down. Fuuma speaks again.]
Thanks. [A moment later, the communicator is picked up and clicked off.]
[A few moments later, it clicks back on.]
I was gonna ask -- wasn't the snow supposed to be gone by now?
[There's the sound of someone stumbling and a moment later something -- probably the communicator -- hits the ground with a thump; the sound is rendered muffled and fuzzy for a long moment. Before long it finally picks back up on Kamui's voice, but the sound is still muffled. Kamui's tone is a little indistinct -- likely the fever mucking up his thought process.]
--won't kill me to go outside.
Subaru wants you to stay put.
[...]
He won't notice if I'm gone for a few minutes. I'm going stir crazy.
Yes he will. Stay put.
No he won't.
You'd notice if he was gone. Sit down.
No.
Kamui.
You're not my mother.
Fortunately. [Fuuma falls silent and the only sound for a few seconds is that of cloth rustling, followed shortly by the sound of something being shoved into the coffee table. There's a brief silence before Fuuma can be heard muttering something, his words too quiet to be picked up by the communicator. There's another brief silence, and then the couch creaks as someone sits down. Fuuma speaks again.]
Thanks. [A moment later, the communicator is picked up and clicked off.]
[A few moments later, it clicks back on.]
I was gonna ask -- wasn't the snow supposed to be gone by now?