[His voice croaks; he's hoarse, but evidently grinning.]

So I lived.

Somebody owes me money.

[End transmission.]

[Yuusuke's evidently running, probably at a relatively fast pace from how hard he's breathing and the way the wind smudges the audio, whipping at the edges of it in a thick static.] Fucking-- Douchebag, shitsucking cocky motherfucking sonovabitch!

Oi, Claire! Listen, you get this do whatever you gotta do, you can kill me later, fuckin' bastards ( Read more... )

[Sack!rama is shown dangling, either of his hands held up by Yuusuke who is shaking him a little at the camera for effect. He whips him under his arm after a moment to make a face not unlike the one shown in his current icon.]

Okay you guys, what the hell is this thing? Look, I'm all good with whatever demon voodoo its involved with, cuz it ( Read more... )

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. AHAHAHA. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OH G-- OH GOD AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OH GOD.

YOU CAN'T EVEN TELL ME AMERICANS AREN'T CRAZY.

SHIT, THIS SHIT IS HILARIOUS.

GOOD GOD, THAT'S RICH.

[Yuusuke's tone is completely broken; he sounds small. Younger than he is. His throat is dry enough to garner clearing before he actually begins to try to speak, but from the sound of it, he cannot form words. For once. When he does finally speak, no emotion affects his tone, but there is a worn-raw quality that seeps in between the gaps of his ( Read more... )

There's something really weirdly comforting about watching your two friends sleep.

...in a totally not gay kind of way.

All company's locked out until further notice. If they wake up and want you, they'll invite you. Until then, you stay in your corner, we're staying in ours.

Yukina, you can sleep wherever you want. You're not included in " ( Read more... )

Theory that everything tastes okay if you batter and fry it still holds true, apparently. I don't even know what half that shit is, and I don't think that was panko, but whatever it is it won't kill you. Or it won't kill you quickly. Or it won't kill me. I guess we'll figure that out sooner rather than later. Anyway, tempura's on the table ( Read more... )

[His voice is muffled and it sounds as if the feed has cut in later and caught him midsentence.] --the hell?

[He goes quiet for a second.]

....changed back-- God what the hell.

Shit's getting weird again. And not in any kind of good way.

[He hisses through his teeth.] I got a really bad feeling about this.

And why the hell is it so fuckin' ( Read more... )

[The communicator appears to be resting on the cap of one of Yuusuke's crossed knees; it wobbles occasionally when he moves, somewhat nauseatingly for the viewer. The eggs he has in his hands are two different shades of blue, one larger than the other. He seems to be weighing them testingly.]

...okay, okay, here goes nothin'. [He sets the smaller ( Read more... )

Dear Mom,

This is why we do not have kids at fifteen.

Just in case you haven't yet got the memo, thought I'd go ahead and tell you that I did, so go right ahead and skip that awkward sex talk I know you were saving for the next time we went out drinking. By the time you actually get this, I'll have probably completely forgotten I wrote it, but I' ( Read more... )