Aug 03, 2011 21:52
[When the feed flickers open, everybody will get a very nice view of pedo-sun up above in the sky, breathing heavily and drooling as it always does during the afternoon. The glare, of course, is pretty painful for those who stare too long, but soon enough the camera abruptly shifts down to a place somewhere in Outer Residential Quarter III - and then a bit more to Date himself. From one glance, its easy enough to tell that the samurai's not in the best of conditions - he looks haggard, tired and maybe all too lilable to topple over anytime soon, even if he is currently sitting on a bench.
The man isn't looking at the camera though - instead he's focused on the keys, frown crossing his face as he slowly realizes that nothing is coming out of his typing. This goes on for a bit more before he glances up to stare at the screen for a moment before he abruptly closes his one good eye, frowning again.]
Shit.
[Just that one word (and that word is barely understandable as it is), and then Date is reaching to fumble on the keys for a moment before the feed abruptly cuts out.]
[Filtered to Koujurou]
[And now, text, because Date can't trust himself to sound audible when his nose's stuffed up so horribly.]
Need your
I can't
[Pause.]
I need to get back to the apartment.|
[The 'I can't do this myself now' is strongly implied.]
[OOC: Assume that ICly Date's replies are somewhat delayed. Having a horrible cold does that to you.]
date masamune,
c: yukimura sanada,
c: itachi uchiha,
c: grit,
c: tohru honda,
c: katakura koujurou,
c: azusa yumi