Feb 17, 2011 18:51
[clatter. clatter.
A flash of dingy wallpaper and blurry polygonal shapes, bright light, diffracting into a colorful aura that wibbles as if a mirage; the clattering sounds echo weakly. It's silent for a long time, dragging well beyond the most patient of person's limits, before several quiet shifts -perhaps fabric scraping fabric- announces life.]
...
I'm married.
[Murmur.
Quiet again.
Hm.
Symmetrically so, the silence fills the feed another painful stretch of time before, abruptly, a muffled feminine voice cuts through.]
Ryuzakiiii!! [There is the sound of rapid knocking at the other side of door.] Stop hiding in there and come to bed with Misa!
[The visual shifts, catching a swift pale streak.]
Amane-san, my business is very importan-
[His sentence dies mid-sentiment with an easy flick of the thumb, ending the feed before the situation grows any more ridiculous.]
dre parker,
~amane misa,
~ l lawliet,
event: valentine's day