[Private]
It won't stop. No matter how long I -
...
When the tiger kills, the jackal profits.
[ A quiet sound that seems to be a cross between a laugh and a sob before it's drowned by static. ]
[/Private]
[Opera House]
[ His voice is quiet in the audio post, and he's standing just outside the opera in his worn, wrinkled suit with Rosette's scarf around his neck. ]
Can I...
[ A light cough, and a hesitant pause. ]
No. ...Nevermind.
[ Connection terminated. ]
[/Opera House]
[ OOC; Someone's had enough of sleeping on a warehouse's cement floor in the dead of winter! And he hasn't had a hot bath in a month. Joshua the creeper hobo is now lurking around ur opera house~ ]