[01] Video
[There's a rattling sound like someone is shaking the poor communicator within an inch of its life, and then a sharp smacking sound as the video feed turns on. There's a particularly irritated looking young man with long black hair on the screen. He pauses for a moment, either making sure that the device is working properly or else just glaring at it for some affront it has apparently made.]
Someone on the other end of this damn thing had better tell me where the hell I just woke up. If this is BREW again-
[He cuts his own thought short though, his brain catching up to his words. His priorities suddenly shift: there’s something more pressing than the question of where he is.]
Heine.
You’d better damn well answer me, you bastard.
[He looks away from the communicator, evidently yanking open a drawer in the bedside table beside him, sifting violently through the contents, and then slamming it closed to try another as he mutters, even more under his breath than before.]
Tch. Need a damn hair tie...
Someone on the other end of this damn thing had better tell me where the hell I just woke up. If this is BREW again-
[He cuts his own thought short though, his brain catching up to his words. His priorities suddenly shift: there’s something more pressing than the question of where he is.]
Heine.
You’d better damn well answer me, you bastard.
[He looks away from the communicator, evidently yanking open a drawer in the bedside table beside him, sifting violently through the contents, and then slamming it closed to try another as he mutters, even more under his breath than before.]
Tch. Need a damn hair tie...