[The SFC seems to be lying on a table when it clicks on. A table of a kitchen that is decidedly not Sanae's normal kitchen. It seems more of a cafe's kitchen but the curtains are drawn and there's only the sound of clinking as Mr. H prepares something off screen.

Yet, suddenly there's a soft 'meow' and a small black kitten comes on the screen, ( Read more... )

[ FILTERED TO AZIRAPHALE ]

[The video feed pops on to a sulky Mr. H sitting in the corner of his bed, disheveled and obviously distressed. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs, looking off screen before back at the camera.]

Hey, Azy, mind if I complain to you a bit?

[The SFC clatters to the floor and rolls a bit away before bumping against a can of spray paint and facing where the owner of the SFC is. It's dead silent, the middle of the night, and only the street lamps are lighting the area. The snow on the ground is cleared off and the snow is gently falling but seems to be disappearing as it approaches the ( Read more... )

Things seem to be pickin' up. A pity Josh isn't here to see it. I think I'll just watch for now.

[Yes, he doesn't care if you know he's gone, Naoya. Get out.]

That reminds me though. Has anyone seen a purple clad kid with headphones on?

[He coughs and there's a clatter of a spoon tapping against a mug. The sounds of him sipping from the mug are heard ( Read more... )

[Here is a Mr. H, tapping his fingers on the counter in front of him. He's sitting behind that bar in his studio and he has a slight frown on his face. He is back to the man he usually is, though the stubble is barely there as it's still growing back from his stint as a woman. He sighs, slumping forward and resting his chin on his folded arms as he ( Read more... )