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Hayate!
[Video begins transmitting in the same instant that Riza shouts her dog's name, having dropped her Forge into a box. The landscape it shows over the lid of a jar and the edge of the box is the ruins of Hawkeye's apartment. The little dog is standing near a torn-up wall and a jagged hole in the floor. At the edge of the hole is a brightly colored, if slightly worn rubber ball which seems to have been the dog's target. He stands still at her command and waits for her. With the leg of a splintered chair, she rolls the ball away from the danger zone so that the dog can pick it up, which he happily does, tail wagging.
She doesn't look quite as happy, however. She takes a seat on the edge of the bed (the one that is only half covered in dust and stone as opposed to the one which has become a pile of springs and torn fabric) and presses her fingers to the bridge of her nose. The dog sits at her feet and offers her the ball with a concerned little whine.]
Not now, Hayate. I have to finish... packing.
[She carries the ball over to the box and as she drops it in, she notices the Forge is on. With a frown and without a second thought, she turns it off.]
[Video begins transmitting in the same instant that Riza shouts her dog's name, having dropped her Forge into a box. The landscape it shows over the lid of a jar and the edge of the box is the ruins of Hawkeye's apartment. The little dog is standing near a torn-up wall and a jagged hole in the floor. At the edge of the hole is a brightly colored, if slightly worn rubber ball which seems to have been the dog's target. He stands still at her command and waits for her. With the leg of a splintered chair, she rolls the ball away from the danger zone so that the dog can pick it up, which he happily does, tail wagging.
She doesn't look quite as happy, however. She takes a seat on the edge of the bed (the one that is only half covered in dust and stone as opposed to the one which has become a pile of springs and torn fabric) and presses her fingers to the bridge of her nose. The dog sits at her feet and offers her the ball with a concerned little whine.]
Not now, Hayate. I have to finish... packing.
[She carries the ball over to the box and as she drops it in, she notices the Forge is on. With a frown and without a second thought, she turns it off.]