Third Firefly - [Voice]/[Action]
[Voice/Action]
[In the young boy's sleep, Seto tosses and turns, pressing a button on the journal so the voice turns on. His choked sobs can be heard along with the soft rustling of blankets. Then all goes silent...
A scream. Not loud enough to be considered a bloody murder scream, though it obviously sounds like he's in pain or he's scared. He turns one more time in his bed and knocks the journal off and it shuts, cutting the audio off. Don't bother reaching him through it right now, he's out cold.]
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[For once Seto is in a relatively...sad mood today. He's currently sitting in the living room area of his apartment, staring out the window to watch the rain hit the window repeatedly with thunder then lightning following. This is pretty abnormal since his usual attitude is happy-go-lucky and sunshine everywhere.
His thoughts have been circling around the draft for the past few days. That's what had even haunted his dreams this morning. When he had first heard about the draft and what it actually meant...it frightened him. People leaving to go fight in this war, how could he stop thinking about them? It's late in the afternoon by the time Seto reaches for his journal, his voice trembling as he speaks]
...T-The people from the draft...are you okay...? If you can hear this...answer...please...