Oy, Usa-nee!

[Is this a screening fail? Probably. But either way, have Kotarou's armpit in the camera. Which might be just have...]

Check it out.

[... armpit hair.

Helloooo, ladies.]

Just so you all know, I'm not apologizin' for anything.

So, yeah. Seems like a lotta people are blind and stuff this week. We got a few days left, and hell, I'm bored.

So if you wanna work on learnin' how to fight when you can't see or feel or whatever, come find me at [x,y]. After this, it's enough favors from me for a while.

[Why yes, that is the location of Hitsugaya's dojo. Nope, he didn't ask.]

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[Hello, have flustered-looking Kotarou.]

Anyone know where I can get a CD player?

( [Private//Unhackable to Toph] )

[It's quiet, for once, very quiet. The sound of a page turning, a little bit of a sigh. Footsteps in the hallway, doors opening and closing. Soft voices every now and again. All of the voices are soft ( Read more... )

... so, anybody wanna say more about the butterfly dude, other'n that he eats people?

S'he gonna be that powerful in his future, or is he like that as he is now? Now that we know he's a psychopath, think he's gonna do it again?

[He might already have looked, but it's best to cover all his bases while the guy's still out.]

[Hello, Adstring, have a sudden sound of impact/explosion to fill your daily "oh shit" quotient. It's followed by crushing, sliding noises and the sound of cement and support beams breaking, metal squeaking and falling -- followed by a beat or two of silence. Then, Kotarou's voice.]

Crap.

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So, just takin' a poll,

Anyone else here a homicidal maniac?

[There's a creaky old rusted swingset in one of the parks, and Kotarou's at the top of it, perched like some kind of cat. Ears are laid back, and-

Yeah. He's making that face.

Because flowers have bloomed in a nice wide arc, and climbing roses, ivy and honeysuckle are inching up the metal to his feet.]

... anyone know when this is gonna be over?

[Creak, as in the sound wooden boards make. Old wooden boards, and footsteps. Then in one of the steps, the creaking is accompanied with a little crackling noise along with the hiss of heavy rain.]

Hwuh...?

[An almighty crack, followed by a very loud CRASH, and an angry string of curses. Followed by more cracks, and a frustrated sigh.]

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