Jul 09, 2011 22:36
[There are several signs that it's bound to be a terrible day. But the kitchen situation seems to be the worst.
He is hardly an old man, and he blames the city for his memory lapses. All this damn repression, he tries to forget what he can. He forgot about the stupid machine. And he's got the watch, preferring to communicate over it that actually WITH his roommates. At least then he can have an excuse to turn it off. Right now, he is glaring at the feed.]
I hope you get this message as soon as you wake up, my dear 'British Empire'.
This thing. [The clank, which he gestures at irritably.] It needs to go. I need to bake, and the fucking thing gets in the way!
I'm off to get supplies. It needs to be out when I get back.
Getting too damn old for this, no respect for public service...!
[He grumbles as he shuts off the feed.]
c: england,
england