❖ thirteen ❖| voice

[affronting]

Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise. The City certainly knows how to throw a good welcome-back party.

I'd like to stay and talk, but you're blocking my apartment. And somethin' tells me you guys wouldn't make good conversa--

[ there's shrieking (moaning and wailing) as Kyouichi launches an assault on the first row of zombies. ]

Heh, it's like my

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they'll ruin the carpet

[broominface]

Don't leave them in the apartment.

[affronting]

...Why? You scared of a bit of dirt?

[broominface]

No. But it'll be hard to clean up later.

[affronting]

...Hey, you need any help out there? I'm gonna go out and patrol a bit.

[one_eyed_beast]

[affronting]

Don't tell me you're grossed out.

[oneeyedbeast]

Annoyed. Primarily, why am I on your couch? Secondly, why are the un-dead wandering in?

[affronting]

Found you wounded. Not that I 'pect you to be grateful.

We're in the City, d'ya really need a reason? Good entertainment, at least.

[civilizing]

Kyouichi-san! I take it you've encountered the improvisational actors as well?

[affronting]

...They're not acting, sweetheart.

[civilizing]

Surely you're not suggesting that they're really the reanimated dead.

[affronting]

It's the City. Why wouldn't they be?