Jan 20, 2011 19:45
[ Rustle rustle rustle. ]
Maybe I should...no, no. Nah. That's dumb.
[ Rustle rustle rustle. ]
There's always--no, I don't have enough bears. There's nothing else that's as big, either. Damn.
[ Rustle rustle rustle thonk. ] Aaaarrrrgghh, this sucks! It sucks! I can never get anything done around here!
[ There's more than just a little frustration in Kamina's voice, and none of it is actually funny. Despite his muttering, he sounds upset, agitated even, and that small thump was him chucking his journal at a wall - the wall of the empty shop in the village, to be precise. Anyone walking by will find him angrily and moodily planting himself against said wall, arms crossed, a scowl on his face.
It's seems, finally, after months, cabin fever has set in. And a few other things, too, but all the general problems have narrowed down and amplified to the point where something Very Rare has happened.
Kamina is in a Bad Mood. ]
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