eleventh hour
[accidental video post]
[the LP shows him sitting on the windowsill, arms crossed, and looking out at the sky, the angle tilted upward, as if the device was placed on a low-lying surface. A long, silver wisp of smoke curls out of the silver cup of the pipe poised on his fingers. There is no wind or snow to disturb its progress.
The image is still for a long moment. The only sign that the video was recording was the shifting of the smoke.
Watanuki sighs softly, uncrosses his arms, and opens his other hand. A fine gold chain spills out of it. The object sitting on his palm, however, doesn't slip.]
Perhaps he's returned, too.
[the LP shows him sitting on the windowsill, arms crossed, and looking out at the sky, the angle tilted upward, as if the device was placed on a low-lying surface. A long, silver wisp of smoke curls out of the silver cup of the pipe poised on his fingers. There is no wind or snow to disturb its progress.
The image is still for a long moment. The only sign that the video was recording was the shifting of the smoke.
Watanuki sighs softly, uncrosses his arms, and opens his other hand. A fine gold chain spills out of it. The object sitting on his palm, however, doesn't slip.]
Perhaps he's returned, too.