Kanda Yuu ✖ o1
Who: anyone
Where: the unlucky Espoir
Style: either / or
Status: open Sesame!
It got him no where.
Walking around the place aimlessly, like a Finder, or a hired thug, or a mercenary was enough of a disgrace. Having nothing to show for it was insult, injury, and irony at its best.
Karma, maybe. Kanda’d start believing in it some fine and noble day, when he knew where he was, where the people were, how he got there, and preferably, whose neck to wring for it.
He reclined against the wall of a taller building, sliding slowly to sit on the pavement, vaguely pleased with the shade. Vaguely. Enough of his fatigue and frustration lingered to make the inspection of the device found earlier in his coat very brief, and very unproductive. Communication tool. Likely as idiotic and uncooperative as a golem. And loud. Very. Bloody. Loud, and - enough. To hell with everything. To hell with -
He slammed the Dreamberry against the ground, because it wasn’t his, and he could, and the damned thing was mocking him somehow.
To hell with this.
Somehow, the phone announced the survival of its impact with another beep, earning another murderous glare from Kanda, and a grudging hiss, "...don’t bother."
Useless things were better off dead.
Where: the unlucky Espoir
Style: either / or
Status: open Sesame!
It got him no where.
Walking around the place aimlessly, like a Finder, or a hired thug, or a mercenary was enough of a disgrace. Having nothing to show for it was insult, injury, and irony at its best.
Karma, maybe. Kanda’d start believing in it some fine and noble day, when he knew where he was, where the people were, how he got there, and preferably, whose neck to wring for it.
He reclined against the wall of a taller building, sliding slowly to sit on the pavement, vaguely pleased with the shade. Vaguely. Enough of his fatigue and frustration lingered to make the inspection of the device found earlier in his coat very brief, and very unproductive. Communication tool. Likely as idiotic and uncooperative as a golem. And loud. Very. Bloody. Loud, and - enough. To hell with everything. To hell with -
He slammed the Dreamberry against the ground, because it wasn’t his, and he could, and the damned thing was mocking him somehow.
To hell with this.
Somehow, the phone announced the survival of its impact with another beep, earning another murderous glare from Kanda, and a grudging hiss, "...don’t bother."
Useless things were better off dead.