[Signless has taken to walking about the city, it allowed him time to think, without worrying about someone jumping out of fucking nowhere and gutting him, like back home. It's the little things he appreciates.

Clasped in his claws is a sticky little block of hardened corn syrup, sugar, and strawberry flavoring, surely made by someone who had no ( Read more... )

[The audio feeds chimes on and it stays rather silent for a while before-]He's nervous ( Read more... )

I can't speak a word. I can't make any noise. At all.

[It's plain to see... or not, that Aqua is a bit irritated.]

Is anyone else suffering the same? I think if I was still sick, I'd at least be able to make little sounds.

[Since it's just text, you really can't tell much about Aqua's expression but... She's pretty upset about this.]

[ooc: The Little ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on to reveal-- well, at first it’s hard to tell what. It’s attached to something that’s moving, but occasionally everything goes blank as if the world simply ceases to exist. Finally there is a long pause, whatever the watch is on having stopped to stare up at a familiar building to those with a love of books in the city.]

Here?

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