May 01, 2009 09:24
[Click. Clickity click. Kafei fumbles with the communicator. His voice, when he speaks, is that of a boy of twelve or so. But it’s remarkably even, perhaps because of how sullen it is, but for the spike of urgency.]
What is this thing? How is it - not important…
[The voice becomes muffled. Apparently, Kafei has tucked it away, too busy to bother with figuring the device out. He is no longer speaking into it, just shouting.]
Anju? Anju? Can you hear me?
[He pauses, movement coming to a stop.]
What is that?
anju my love,
remarkably un-sullen,
intro,
ohgoddeadthingswhat,
what the hell