Jan 15, 2006 01:01
Togusa was to say bluntly, completely smashed. Anyone he saw he waved at cheerfully, sometimes laughing for no reason. He was secretly looking up sites on the net while he walked, which made him also stop for now reason if something caught his eye.
Trailing his fingers along the walls, he tossed the bottle into a corner and weaved his way down, then stopped dead still when a call came in. Whoops. His tachikoma wanted to talk about the little animal it saw and if it could climb a tree to see what it was like.
night,
fifth floor hallway