[The Dreamberry clicks on, taking a few moments to come into focus. The lens of the camera keeps getting awkwardly covered by a thumb at first but after a moment, it seems to owner has gotten the hang of how it works. However, a thumb in the picture isn't entirely the most important thing:
The dead dog in the middle of the room might draw a bit more attention, after all. A foot comes into view, a black tabi sock spreading the white fur on Amaterasu's back as it pokes her. The dog doesn't move or respond to the action.]
...Oi. [The voice of the Dreamberry's owner can be heard, foot poking the dog again.] Masahiro? [There's still no response from the animal, it just continues to lay there.
A light sigh seems to escape Mitsunari as he turns the Dreamberry around, looking down into the camera.]
Yukimura, answer me. [He pauses, as though waiting for a response. He grimaces when one doesn't come immediately but he continues to speak.] I'm putting the body outside before the scent of death deems it fit to settle in. Dispose of it before it begins to rot.