[After a week of static, Yuca's PCD flicks on. There's nothing at first, just the soft sound of his breathing, thinking quietly on what to say- what he really could say. Finally, he just lets out a laugh that is obviously fake, sighing afterward.]

Sorry I haven't been around. Things- got a little crazy, didn't they?

[Another quiet pause.]

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Mm.

[Yuca hums to himself, leaning down to pick up a book on the floor of the living room in the Cabal/Collabel household. He gently sets it on the side table before moving again to pick up a ribbon. A small pocketknife.]

People need to pick up after themselves. A messy house is an inefficient one.

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I remember-

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[Yuca is sitting at the edge of the lake, staring out toward it idly, as if merely passing the time. His eyes are cold. Hollow. Dead. There's a blade on the ground next to him, but it's clean- no blood, no dirt ( Read more... )

[It's night. The stars and moon cast a dim light on an otherwise darkened room. The kitchen table. Yuca, sitting in a chair, his head resting in his folded arms ( Read more... )

...nice day, isn't it?

[It's not, really. Yuca is staring absently out the window, somehow deep in thought.]

Spring is coming soon. I want to plant more flowers with Rain- show him how. He'd like that, I think.

[He takes a deep breath, seemingly- not there. To those who don't know him extremely well, he just looks sleepy, or like he's just ( Read more... )

[Just so you know, Yuca freaking rocks the aristocrat look. He's comfortable in these clothes, and knows quite well how to carry himself, thank you very much. Maybe a little too well. He did live through the Victorian era, after all.]

This was a nice idea. I'm a lot warmer now.

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[The PCD clicks on, and Yuca looks a little curious- he hasn't realized it's turned on at first, he's too busy typing away, trying to run a program or two on it, frowning slightly in concentration.]

D.

[Clicking away, muttering a little to himself.]

O. R. A. -

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