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[shows grass, nothing -- then, Chikusa's head front and center in the screen. He fumbles for his glasses in the grass, the screen shaking as he does so. He finds them, puts them on, and everything becomes clear as the communicator is righted. He flexes his hand, frowning. He looks a little paler than usual. There is moisture in his eyes, and when he blinks, a salty droplet clings to his eyelashes. How very, very troublesome, making it even more difficult for him to see. He wipes it away, but now his left lens is foggy.]
...Dead, I suppose. [Surprised, but not all that concerned. There isn't, after all, anywhere he needs to be, not ever again. He doesn't remember that part; all he recalls is that he's got no other real need for any world but this one. Who needs a dull world like the one he's left? So what if he can't go home?
At least he isn't hungry.
He opens his hand, realises he has a brightly-coloured yo-yo in his hand. His brow furrows noticeably, again.]
...I have no need for children's toys. [Mutters,] ...I don't even know why I have these at all. [Louder, now, as he is meant to be heard.]
...Does anybody want these? [He can't remember why he has them. Strange. Perhaps whoever killed him left them here? How stupid, to even think that. What killer carries yo-yos? Muttered, again.] So troublesome...
[A long, long pause. He realises that he doesn't remember living anywhere here -- well, then. Very matter-of-factly, he puts out a request, and the words spout, choppy and not-so-urgent (it's not like he needs to live anywhere -- he's dead, isn't he?) from his lips.] This grass is comfortable, but a bed is preferred.
I am in need of a living space. Skills are cooking, sewing, knitting. I keep to myself. If you do the same, we'll get along.
[ooc; Chikusa is now waking up from his dead state after making his deal with the deities. He gave up his life for Mukuro's, and also his memories of his yo-yo skillz, Ken, Chrome, Mukuro, Lancia, the Estraneo family, and anything, in general, that ties him to Mukuro. Thus, he's now ... more or less a normal teenager.
|D As he's lost his memories, he doesn't recall that he's been living with the Kokuyou crew, so he really is looking for somewhere to live.
Voice, comment log, video posts -- all are good to contact him.]
...Dead, I suppose. [Surprised, but not all that concerned. There isn't, after all, anywhere he needs to be, not ever again. He doesn't remember that part; all he recalls is that he's got no other real need for any world but this one. Who needs a dull world like the one he's left? So what if he can't go home?
At least he isn't hungry.
He opens his hand, realises he has a brightly-coloured yo-yo in his hand. His brow furrows noticeably, again.]
...I have no need for children's toys. [Mutters,] ...I don't even know why I have these at all. [Louder, now, as he is meant to be heard.]
...Does anybody want these? [He can't remember why he has them. Strange. Perhaps whoever killed him left them here? How stupid, to even think that. What killer carries yo-yos? Muttered, again.] So troublesome...
[A long, long pause. He realises that he doesn't remember living anywhere here -- well, then. Very matter-of-factly, he puts out a request, and the words spout, choppy and not-so-urgent (it's not like he needs to live anywhere -- he's dead, isn't he?) from his lips.] This grass is comfortable, but a bed is preferred.
I am in need of a living space. Skills are cooking, sewing, knitting. I keep to myself. If you do the same, we'll get along.
[ooc; Chikusa is now waking up from his dead state after making his deal with the deities. He gave up his life for Mukuro's, and also his memories of his yo-yo skillz, Ken, Chrome, Mukuro, Lancia, the Estraneo family, and anything, in general, that ties him to Mukuro. Thus, he's now ... more or less a normal teenager.
|D As he's lost his memories, he doesn't recall that he's been living with the Kokuyou crew, so he really is looking for somewhere to live.
Voice, comment log, video posts -- all are good to contact him.]