[Damn Edgeworth's got him all thinking about it and... stupid guilt...]

Hidan, what's with the silence? I'd ask if you're dead, but.

[Lighting a cigarette, a moment's pause.]How's everyone else doing? Shit, I really never use this thing ( Read more... )

[ click. flicker to video, but very briefly. he's standing against a deserted section of the graffitied wall of the baseball dugout, one hand in his jacket pocket (grasping at his Glock, just in case). a faint rustling noise as he shifts his grip ( Read more... )

[ It takes a minute for Hidan to start operating this shit ( Read more... )