[the faint sounds of shinobi boots scuffling across a rooftop underneath a soft laugh. her voice is distorted, like she's talking with her mouth full.]
Well ... you can't say we didn't warn him.
Tch -- he should've taken me up on that invitation.
[pause.]
[there's the sound of slurping, munching, and then a discarded wrapper crinkles in
(
Read more... )