[This was supposed to be voice, but the wrong button was pushed--so now you get to see Sirius, a bit smudged and dirty, with a scratch running along his forehead. He's strolling down an alleyway, opening rubbish bins and dropping something into each one. Oh, mystery of mysteries.]Blo-o-o-dy hell. Summer ought not to be murder, and by that I mean: a
(
Read more... )
Are you planning on lighting those after you're finished, Sirius?
Reply
Wasn't planning on lighting anything. [but a pause.] By "those", you mean...?
Reply
Reply
Reply
... Unless you mean with your NV.
Reply
No, they won't be going to waste and ruin, for all that they're concealed. Might be a bit more difficult, since now the whole of the sodding city knows about 'em, but that'll just give it an extra challenge. It's this technological rubbish that's more irritating.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Er--well, it won't come to a chase, is what I mean. No damage. I'm no vandal, mate! [A pause. Er.] I'm no widely destructive van... Not a thing nor a soul will be seriously harmed or otherwise marred beyond recognition.
Reply
At least you try to be truthful. [short sigh.] The owners of the bins might press charges. It seems like the people here do that a lot, over... well, they look like small things to everyone who's not them, I suppose.
Reply
Reply
Over testing their endurance?
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment