Eighty-Seventh Matrix {Voice}

[whatthefactor]

Nnngh... It's fucking freezing. Isn't it supposed to be s--... SON OF A DIGIT I'VE BEEN ROBBED!!

[He's trying to hide it, but it's fairly obvious by his voice alone that he's in bad shape.]

... 'Use this', hmm? Okay, I'll bite. Whoever the hell took my hat better fess up so I can kick your sorry ass! |No one| touches my hat! [a pause] Or coat. [

Comments

[totes_inventski]

You--okay?

[whatthefactor]

Never better, why?

[totes_inventski]

Well you said you were freezing.

[whatthefactor]

It's cold out.

[totes_inventski]

Oh--

So what are you missing?

[whatthefactor]

A lot.

[totes_inventski]

Do you have an idea as to who would steal from you?

[whatthefactor]

I know exactly who took it but the son of a digit isn't here.

[totes_inventski]

What do you mean not here? Like not in this place on vacation or--gone?!

[whatthefactor]

I mean they were taken when I was still in Shibuya.

[totes_inventski]

Y-yeah...

Do you have an idea as to who took the objects in question?

[whatthefactor]

I just said I know who did.

[totes_inventski]

Is he here?

Do you need help getting your stuff back?

[whatthefactor]

... Once again, no. He left some time ago.

I doubt that's probable.

[totes_inventski]

Maybe he left your stuff here before he left?

[whatthefactor]

I had my stuff before I left, but most belongings are subtracted with the radian.