[ voice ]
[The sound of paper being folded is audible; he wears his NV on his wrist, so there's no mistaking it. He's putting a letter back in its envelope.]
Nowadays I know more dead people than living ones. Gonna have to buy myself a house if people keep bequeathing their stuff to me. You all might wanna think about that before you keep disappearing, huh.
Pain in the ass...
[Now there's a long pause. He lights himself a cigarette and he takes his sweet time with it. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, he just enjoys the nicotine for a moment before he speaks again. It's muttered:]
This idiot. Like I could live up to his will.
[Louder, though not much:]
There was a point to this, but... Eh, nevermind.
Nowadays I know more dead people than living ones. Gonna have to buy myself a house if people keep bequeathing their stuff to me. You all might wanna think about that before you keep disappearing, huh.
Pain in the ass...
[Now there's a long pause. He lights himself a cigarette and he takes his sweet time with it. Inhaling and exhaling slowly, he just enjoys the nicotine for a moment before he speaks again. It's muttered:]
This idiot. Like I could live up to his will.
[Louder, though not much:]
There was a point to this, but... Eh, nevermind.