[BACKDATED slightly to last night following the conclusion of
this thread. At first there's just a lot of fumbling on the audio feed, and then Roxas's less-than-articulate mumbles can be heard.]
...give't back, it's my NV. I'm fine.
[Some more scuffling ensues as someone else gets hold of the device, and the feed switches to video, revealing the slightly embarrassed face of Atlas.]
Yer circling over Shannon lad, I wouldn't call that fine- [there may be some muttering about how a certain bartender was thick as a ditch.] Riku, need to talk to you a moment. Got a wee bit o' a problem here, if ya can't tell.
[And the camera pans over to slightly-swaying Roxas who is glaring fuzzily at the person holding it.]
Don't even live with him anymore...
[ooc note: Atlas has commandeered Roxas's NV for his own good; Roxas will make replies if he can wrest it away or post-dated ones once he's gotten it back. Open to all, not just overly responsible people who don't deserve to deal with this.]