Five [Action + Audio]

[brbpouncingyou]

[[Hunter was outside for a morning jog when the storm hit. Specifically, the park. Now he's running all the way home, slipping on his own feet. Even before he gets home, he's muddy, scratched up, and generally miserable looking. He has not been having a good week. With having to deal with newfound emotions, the fire, still being unable to cook, and

Comments

[miss_enma_ai]

Are you alright?

[brbpouncingyou]

...Yeah. Just fine.

[[It's obvious he's not.]]

[miss_enma_ai]

Did something happen?

[brbpouncingyou]

...I hate the rain and I hate this town.

[bustydefense]

[Not going to harass you at home, but Mia is concerned nonetheless]

Everything all right?

[brbpouncingyou]

...'m fine.

[[After a moment, he realizes that he's got a cake for her.]]

...do you want to pick up your cake?

[bustydefense]

You actually made me a cake?

[brbpouncingyou]

...a friend made it for me since I'm more likely to burn the house down.

[heartofheaven]

Hunter?

[brbpouncingyou]

Hi, Tifa.

[[His voice is missing his usual teasing tone.]]

[heartofheaven]

What's wrong? You're not afraid of thunderstorms, are you?

1/3

[brbpouncingyou]

Of course not, I'm perfectl-

[bukapintu]

...?

[brbpouncingyou]

...

[[om nom delishus silents]]

[bukapintu]

What's up?

[brbpouncingyou]

Not me.

Obviously.

[[Sneeze.]]

[doesnthatevests]

Havin' a bad day, zombie?

[brbpouncingyou]

...fuck off, Francissy.

Not in the mood to talk to you.

[doesnthatevests]

I'm gonna take that as a yes.

[Insert obnoxious loling here.]

[brbpouncingyou]

I'm serious, Francis.

Leave me alone.