[The feed begins accidentally, bumped by the snuffling wet nose of the usual culprit combing Harry's floor for stray food. Harry's feet are in the frame, one of them swinging in time to a nice baritone rendition of Auld Lang Syne.
Harry pauses at the end of the song, getting up to walk a little tipsily over to the door, and peer out into the suite]
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This year I think we're going to break out. So that'll be different too.
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I see you're looking to fill people's heads with empty promises at the earliest opportunity.
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I'm just wishing them a happy new year and saying what I hope will happen this year.
That includes you too, you know, mister grumpy. [Yeah, he's a bit drunk.]
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[Because he's sure ought to recognise someone who's been here more than a few months...]
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[He bites his lip a bit, looking hard at the screen]
Could you... could you say "lenalee" in a distressed voice? I think....
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Wait, why did you ask how long I've been here? Is this the experiment for the week, what the hell is going on?
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You take that back, you....you....
[Her name was on the tip of his tongue....her face just didn't fit.... Who was that?]
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You, uh.. there's something going on this week, I'm having trouble... have we met before?
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It's me. I think the experiment this week is screwing with us, I almost didn't recognize Komui earlier...
So please don't take this the wrong way but... it's on the tip of my tongue here...
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Maybe it's better in person? I'll be right over.
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This could get bad.
[Harry gets up immediately, and writes a note.
"Tsunade is coming over." Just in case it's memory they're fucking with. He waits, nervously petting Hazard]
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