005 ♥ video
WHAM!
[ -- that is the sound of the video feed starting up, the communicator has been flung into the wall and clatters to the floor. The setting is of some cheap motel room, and two pairs of bare legs are visible. If this alone isn't indication enough that it's Haru, his voice can be heard, but this time it's hardly as happy-go-lucky as usual. ]
You promised! You said you could get it by this morning!
[ The larger, broader pair of legs stepped closer to the milky white set. ] Look, it's not like it's a simple matter. How about you give me a little bit of extra incentive?
No. No. [ There's the sound of struggling. Haru's voice becomes muffled for a moment until he fights away from the demanding lips. ] Get offa me. Get the fuck off of me!
Heh. That's what I'm trying to do! [ Haru growls very distinctly and this is followed up by a sudden shriek of pain -- by his client. ] SHIT! That's my eye, you son of a bitch!
[ Some force is used, whether it's a punch or a shove is unknown at the moment. But either way, Haru hits the wall nearest the communicator, leaning on it like a crumpled, broken rag doll. The man storms out shortly afterward, slamming the door behind himself. Haru draws in a shaky breath, sliding down to the floor where trembling hands cover his face. Why the hell is it so difficult to obtain drugs around here?? ]
[ -- that is the sound of the video feed starting up, the communicator has been flung into the wall and clatters to the floor. The setting is of some cheap motel room, and two pairs of bare legs are visible. If this alone isn't indication enough that it's Haru, his voice can be heard, but this time it's hardly as happy-go-lucky as usual. ]
You promised! You said you could get it by this morning!
[ The larger, broader pair of legs stepped closer to the milky white set. ] Look, it's not like it's a simple matter. How about you give me a little bit of extra incentive?
No. No. [ There's the sound of struggling. Haru's voice becomes muffled for a moment until he fights away from the demanding lips. ] Get offa me. Get the fuck off of me!
Heh. That's what I'm trying to do! [ Haru growls very distinctly and this is followed up by a sudden shriek of pain -- by his client. ] SHIT! That's my eye, you son of a bitch!
[ Some force is used, whether it's a punch or a shove is unknown at the moment. But either way, Haru hits the wall nearest the communicator, leaning on it like a crumpled, broken rag doll. The man storms out shortly afterward, slamming the door behind himself. Haru draws in a shaky breath, sliding down to the floor where trembling hands cover his face. Why the hell is it so difficult to obtain drugs around here?? ]