[The PCD is jostled on to audio in time for an almighty crash to register. It skitters across the ground, cracks against a stone, and the video function is triggered. Break is on his hands and knees on the street, looking more irritated than anything else. He pats his pockets, realizes the device is missing, and sighs ( Read more... )

[A few hours after this, Break's PCD is jostled on.

It's a video feed, yes, but all that's visible is the inside of Break's pocket. From the sounds of things, he's still in the streets, propped against a building, wheezing for breath. A few coughs, and he spits blood onto his white coat sleeve, sinks to the ground with a groan.

Not a good day

I have a question, for anyone out there who's listening and is in the mood for a little thought.

What is your home? How do you define it?

[The PCD shows his little apartment is now all but empty. There's a small packed box, with foraged food, a few blankets and clothes. The entire contents of his life here fit into one little pile- Emily rests ( Read more... )

Well, Emily, it's spring. You know what they say about spring, don't you?

The birds and the bees are buzzing in the trees?

[The doll answers in her falsetto. Break clicks his tongue.]

Don't be inappropriate. It's a little early for birds and bees to be doing anything just yet- I was going to say it comes in like a lion, and out like a lamb.

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