002 [Action post]
Fuck. No cigarettes anywhere.
[He's rummaging around in the kitchen, which is the last place in the house he hasn't looked in yet. He's wearing a black cloak, decorated with stylish little red clouds. Who might it belong to? Well, Katou didn't exactly care when he found it on a back of a chair, neatly folded there. He's more comfortable with something around him, covering his various scars, bruises, traces of rot around the connection points of the machine arm, and slight shakiness from the lack of nicotine.]
This sucks.
[His shoulders slump a little as he hides behind the high collar of the cloak.]
[He's rummaging around in the kitchen, which is the last place in the house he hasn't looked in yet. He's wearing a black cloak, decorated with stylish little red clouds. Who might it belong to? Well, Katou didn't exactly care when he found it on a back of a chair, neatly folded there. He's more comfortable with something around him, covering his various scars, bruises, traces of rot around the connection points of the machine arm, and slight shakiness from the lack of nicotine.]
This sucks.
[His shoulders slump a little as he hides behind the high collar of the cloak.]