III. [accidental video]
[It's been a while since Nezumi appeared in a network post, and it appears this time it's unwillingly. When the communicator switches on, Tsukiyo, the black mouse, is slap bang in the middle of the screen; small nose twitching and pushing itself against the glass of the communicator. In the background it almost sounds like there's a radio on, as a song can be heard alongside all the little snuffling squeaks from the mouse. When Tsukiyo realises there is a light on in the corner of the screen, it squeaks and scurries off screen in a flurry of fur and long elegant tail.
Nezumi is ignoring all this. He's sat on the floor, with his back against the sofa, and a book resting against his slightly propped up legs, and he looks notably tired and unfocused. Every now and again, he pauses to flip a page of the book, but it doesn't seem like he's really reading it. At least it's obvious where the music is coming from now though; Nezumi is singing. Not very loudly, but enough to account for the "music" heard earlier. He continues this for a few moments, flipping book pages, before cutting himself off mid-chorus and snapping the book shut. He rubs at his forehead a little wearily, frowning at nothing in particular before he seems to notice the light on the communicator.
He stares at the screen for a couple of seconds, before grabbing a notebook off the table and throwing at the communicator, which clatters to the ground, leaving the network with a view of Nezumi's ceiling.]
... Oi, watch what you're doing next time you go nosing around things.
[There's another little snuffled, content squeak, followed by a slightly exasperated sigh.]
[OOC: Freshly back from a canon update, somebody's a little stressed about getting thrown down a pit with his questioninglyheterosexual-life-partner alongside a few truck loads of other captured West Block residents... even though he knows that everything will still be as it was when he gets back. Expect him to be a little snippier than usual, if that's possible.]
Nezumi is ignoring all this. He's sat on the floor, with his back against the sofa, and a book resting against his slightly propped up legs, and he looks notably tired and unfocused. Every now and again, he pauses to flip a page of the book, but it doesn't seem like he's really reading it. At least it's obvious where the music is coming from now though; Nezumi is singing. Not very loudly, but enough to account for the "music" heard earlier. He continues this for a few moments, flipping book pages, before cutting himself off mid-chorus and snapping the book shut. He rubs at his forehead a little wearily, frowning at nothing in particular before he seems to notice the light on the communicator.
He stares at the screen for a couple of seconds, before grabbing a notebook off the table and throwing at the communicator, which clatters to the ground, leaving the network with a view of Nezumi's ceiling.]
... Oi, watch what you're doing next time you go nosing around things.
[There's another little snuffled, content squeak, followed by a slightly exasperated sigh.]
[OOC: Freshly back from a canon update, somebody's a little stressed about getting thrown down a pit with his questioninglyheterosexual-life-partner alongside a few truck loads of other captured West Block residents... even though he knows that everything will still be as it was when he gets back. Expect him to be a little snippier than usual, if that's possible.]