Twenty-Four Coins
[BZZZZT.
The sound isn't chased by a familiar noise of pain or astonishment, or...much of anything, even if the video begins unwarranted. There is a ceiling the hospital staff would be familiar with--and down in a side corner, a little lump curled up on a cot. It is a small lump, vaguely person-shaped. The small blonde side-tail sticking out the side would have been enough to identify Flandre; a single red eye peeps out from under the blanket a moment later to confirm it without a doubt.]
...missed me.
[The voice sounds tired; the eye looks a bit glazed and just as tired. It disappears again before the feed ends.]
The sound isn't chased by a familiar noise of pain or astonishment, or...much of anything, even if the video begins unwarranted. There is a ceiling the hospital staff would be familiar with--and down in a side corner, a little lump curled up on a cot. It is a small lump, vaguely person-shaped. The small blonde side-tail sticking out the side would have been enough to identify Flandre; a single red eye peeps out from under the blanket a moment later to confirm it without a doubt.]
...missed me.
[The voice sounds tired; the eye looks a bit glazed and just as tired. It disappears again before the feed ends.]