[voice]

[meand_myshadow]

[In a dark voice - satisfied with something, but quite thoughtful. He speaks carefully, so as not to reveal too much.]

Fingers... then teeth.

[Strange background sounds - a slice of meat, a thunk of bone, muffled patterns of sound that could be compared to stifled speech, perhaps a scream, silence thereafter - as if in a silent, perhaps empty,

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[voice] because he's figured it out

[usedinvain]

[The recording catches the end of Tartarus' laughter, and he continues in a rather amused southern drawl] Heeeey, little brother.

What in the name of, well--[snort]--me, are you doin'?

[voice]

[meand_myshadow]

[He pauses for a moment, as if the silence is acknowledging Tartarus' greeting, and then answers matter-of-factly.]

Working.

[voice]

[usedinvain]

[Mumbled and tongue in cheek--his mouth's full] Yeah? On who?

[voice]

[meand_myshadow]

[Unsure of how his brother intends the remark, he continues with his matter-of-fact way of talking.]

Work.

[voice] D'aaaaaw

[meand_myshadow]

[Suspicious, but trying not to show it]

No.

[meand_myshadow]

Important work.

[Voice]

[directforce]

...My, I do like you, sweetie.

[voice]

[meand_myshadow]

[He sounds a little confused but intrigued. A pause.]

Why?

[voice]

[directforce]

Hm, now isn't that a philosophical question... Few others have been killing people openly around here~

[voice]

[meand_myshadow]

I have killed no one... [hushed]... openly.

[onono]

Why on earth are you posting such things? This sounds quite terrible...

[voice]

[meand_myshadow]

Because I wish to.

Then don't listen.