eleventh ☁ {voice; Japanese → text}
[The communicator turns on with a loud clatter of sound, and in the background there seems to be even more noise. Footsteps, furniture being moved around, papers being thrown aside, the loud bang and slam of shelves being opened, then cupboards and drawers and the closet door. Someone's making quite a mess. But who, and what for?
Then it all stops. Footsteps again, walking toward the communicator it seems. It's picked up.]
How funny. It's very cute, really. I'll see how you manage to steal again when every bone, joint and ligament in your fingers is broken.
[To say that Minagawa isn't happy would be the understatement of the century right now. There's a very long pause, just so you can let the not-so-nice tone of those words absorb into your head.
Of course, foreign death threats aren't translatable so he tries another approach soon afterward.]
[text]
Who has my book? Return it, please. :)
Then it all stops. Footsteps again, walking toward the communicator it seems. It's picked up.]
How funny. It's very cute, really. I'll see how you manage to steal again when every bone, joint and ligament in your fingers is broken.
[To say that Minagawa isn't happy would be the understatement of the century right now. There's a very long pause, just so you can let the not-so-nice tone of those words absorb into your head.
Of course, foreign death threats aren't translatable so he tries another approach soon afterward.]
[text]
Who has my book? Return it, please. :)