33 → Action/Voice
[someone's in a sour mood. It'll happen when one of your friends is going to die, another friend is an optimistic shithead out of touch with reality, another friend is comatose, another friend's gotta be informed her brother hates his guts, and you yourself are having a terrible time catching more than four hours of sleep a night.
Luceti, did you plan this? Fuck yoooooooooooou.
He's too irritated to bother with private filtering (at least, not yet), so everyone gets to hear his tightened voice]
Vash. Where are you?
[Tone loosens enough to come off as nonchalant for the crew, though]
And Brook and Usopp, whenever you guys hear this, drop me a shitty message.
[Now he shall go and sulk at the barracks for an hour, his feet making those poor training dummies nearly explode on impact. Once he loses interest and feels a tad calmer, he'll hang around town, waiting for nightfall.]
Luceti, did you plan this? Fuck yoooooooooooou.
He's too irritated to bother with private filtering (at least, not yet), so everyone gets to hear his tightened voice]
Vash. Where are you?
[Tone loosens enough to come off as nonchalant for the crew, though]
And Brook and Usopp, whenever you guys hear this, drop me a shitty message.
[Now he shall go and sulk at the barracks for an hour, his feet making those poor training dummies nearly explode on impact. Once he loses interest and feels a tad calmer, he'll hang around town, waiting for nightfall.]