[The screen flicks on to a dark room, lit by a single, fat candle on the nightstand that looks like it only has an hour or so left to go before sputtering out for good. The sway of the screen suggests sackdoll mischief, but Karasu seems aware of the recording, glancing at it, or whose holding it without caring before turning his attention back to ( Read more... )

Oh...what a tangled web we weave.

[Footsteps can be heard, the rustle of wings, and then a door closing.]

[The voice is kept soft for a reason this time, in a faint attempt to hide the decidedly feminine lilt coating his tone]

Well...this is something I...certainly did not expect in that swap...it could be worse though...I suppose. I could be human.

[She pauses for a long moment, before sighing]Mmm...Others were afflicted; it can only be a sign of ( Read more... )

-The communicator is above Karasu, whose obviously laying on a large bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets. At his side, there's a cup of what suspiciously looks like blood, chocolate covered strawberries nearby. Whatever has the communicator moves it a little to the right and one can see what else is spread out around him: porn magazines.-Well ( Read more... )