[hope you weren't planning on sleeping in this morning, demeleier. there's an abrupt transmission on the network, full of ... frantic barking. chie's voice cuts in:]

Garudyne, shut up! It's -

[more barking, of course. since when do pugs do anything you tell them to?]

Get down! Urgh, stupid dog ...

[YET MORE BARKING. isn't this a pleasant ( Read more... )

[the video feed's a little shaky, the way handheld stuff tends to be. the subject of this transmission? a pug wearing a green collar, sitting on the grass, idly scratching while a ball rolls by. he takes no interest in it, but perks his head to one side when chie begins to speak:]Ahaha, hey everyone - this is Garudyne. He kind of followed me ( Read more... )

[there's an exasperated teen girl's voice on the feed, her tone taut the way people often sound when they're trying their hardest not to let on they're furiously angry about something. she's brief and to the point:]

Yosuke ... you better pray I never find you.

[if you listen closely, there's footsteps in the background, and the sound of twigs ( Read more... )

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