[This post goes up some time in the evening. The only indication of where Takasugi could be at that time is the thumping of bass and the vague strains of clubbing music coming from somewhere in the distance.]

...So I come 'home' to an interesting proposal from our mysterious friends.

[Slow drag. Exhale.]It does make me wonder if anyone plans on ( Read more... )

[There are faint strains of traditional Japanese music in the background. Takasugi takes a drag from his pipe before speaking, once more, in lightly inflected Italian.]It has come to my attention that sound can be a most fascinating gateway into self-discovery, or into the unfolding of another person, as an Other to one's self ( Read more... )

[There's a bit of a pause and some strange, rustling noises (like cloth on cloth, or someone on a bed) before a voice actually comes on. It's male, with a Japanese inflection to the Italian it's speaking, and it is also deeply amused.]My, my, my ( Read more... )