メ 01
[a soft buzzing sound, a click--
and then a very clear picture of a shirtless man(?) holding a CAT, trying out a few of the buttons with slow taps of his thumb. the bedroom - clearly of townhouse origin - is in partial disarray, sheets half-off the bed and the nearby vidscreen primarily in shattered pieces on the floor.
a minute or so passes before he dumps the CAT on the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress himself a second later]
Tch. What's it even good for?
[he stews in silence, turning his glare from the wall to the floor to the ceiling in slow succession.
then he looks to his left, his right hand rising to where his left shoulder simply ends. his palm skims over the bandage-wrapped wound while he mutters to himself] Somebody did good work.
But who the hell would know how?
and then a very clear picture of a shirtless man(?) holding a CAT, trying out a few of the buttons with slow taps of his thumb. the bedroom - clearly of townhouse origin - is in partial disarray, sheets half-off the bed and the nearby vidscreen primarily in shattered pieces on the floor.
a minute or so passes before he dumps the CAT on the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress himself a second later]
Tch. What's it even good for?
[he stews in silence, turning his glare from the wall to the floor to the ceiling in slow succession.
then he looks to his left, his right hand rising to where his left shoulder simply ends. his palm skims over the bandage-wrapped wound while he mutters to himself] Somebody did good work.
But who the hell would know how?