[ZZZZZZZZT. The communicator vibrates off the table upon being touched, its owner having recoiled from being shocked. Bakura leans over and picks it up, placing it upright and back to where it rested before. A small switchblade occupies his other hand. As predicted, a light shower drizzles outside, seen through the window and heard through the ( Read more... )

Er... how short do you want it?

Not... very? I mean, I kind of like it... but...

So you don't want me to chop it off completely. O-Okay. I think I can do this.

[The gentle "snip snip snip" of scissors. This continues on for a few more moments, all seems to be going well enough, until:]

--Oops!

[Oh, dread.] ... D-Did something happen?

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[The device is clicked onto voice function. And for a reason, too. Besides this, the reasons why his appearances over it had been a bit spotty lately... he'd been trying to get over the trauma of what had happened, generally recovering, and was thus hesitant to speak to much of anyone at all. But the feed starts; his voice low and otherwise fine.Um ( Read more... )