☂sixth inning『voice.』

[sempre_ridere]

[ the journal clicks on, and there's a bit of moving around and mumbling- a sharp hiss of pain before there's a moment of silence. if you were to see Yamamoto right now, he'd be covered in dirt and bruises and scabbed-over cuts & scrapes, and there's a pretty decent gash to the side of his head. by now, it's scabbed over & it looks nothing more than just a mess of dried up blood. still, you can tell that he was dealt quite the blow, and he'll be suffering from migraines and probably a few dizzy spells here & there.

where he's located, at the moment? he doesn't know. somewhere in between the forest & mountains. ]

Uh, hello? Can someone hear me? My journal's kinda bent out of shape; hopefully it's not busted ..
Can someone tell me what day it is? And what happened to those intruders?

Aah...- this is some headache...