fifty-seventh fuse
[Gokudera finally got his regains. He had checked the mailbox idly, and found a letter inside of it-- which had a familiar name on it. He opened it up, scanning it... just what he needed to see. A reminder of what Bianchi showed him before he left the future.
He tucked it into his pocket, retreating back into the house. At that point, he found something waiting for him in the den of the house. His hands clenched into fists at the sight of a piano, which he easily recognized: it was his. What were they trying to do?
Irritated, he marched over to the phone. He didn't bother to filter it, but he hoped that whoever was in charge of the regains, the mailman or Grady or whoever, was listening.]
I bet you bastards think this is funny, don't you? Out of all the fucking things you send me, I bet you thought this was the most amusing, didn't you?!
Don't fuck with me!
[He slammed the phone down almost violently. As if Mayfield needed to remind him of this of all things.]
He tucked it into his pocket, retreating back into the house. At that point, he found something waiting for him in the den of the house. His hands clenched into fists at the sight of a piano, which he easily recognized: it was his. What were they trying to do?
Irritated, he marched over to the phone. He didn't bother to filter it, but he hoped that whoever was in charge of the regains, the mailman or Grady or whoever, was listening.]
I bet you bastards think this is funny, don't you? Out of all the fucking things you send me, I bet you thought this was the most amusing, didn't you?!
Don't fuck with me!
[He slammed the phone down almost violently. As if Mayfield needed to remind him of this of all things.]