Thirty-Two. [Voice, Japanese]
[The audible sound of an almost violent shock, followed by a quiet grunt. No show of pain; just the softest sigh - a breath really. Silence.]
...Is it supposed to hurt? Heh.
[Rustling, obvious movement though it's difficult to judge where to. And a tired, metallic groan afterward, weight distributed against something. Probably not safe. Thus begins a repetitive, slow creak. Rocking.]
I don't think--
[Only a pause, his breathing overshadowed by the noise in the background. Words barely audible at this point and nothing else.]
Home wouldn't be any better.
[ooc: Grown men + rusty swings, slides, etc. do not mix. Honest.]
...Is it supposed to hurt? Heh.
[Rustling, obvious movement though it's difficult to judge where to. And a tired, metallic groan afterward, weight distributed against something. Probably not safe. Thus begins a repetitive, slow creak. Rocking.]
I don't think--
[Only a pause, his breathing overshadowed by the noise in the background. Words barely audible at this point and nothing else.]
Home wouldn't be any better.
[ooc: Grown men + rusty swings, slides, etc. do not mix. Honest.]