[accidental voice]

[fuckingkillthem]

[There's the sound of footsteps, twigs breaking under his feet. He's muttering in a low tone of voice, a bit annoyed, but still somehow in good spirit.]

Che. Fucking forest. Whoever the fuck dragged me out here, I'm shooting their fucking balls off... If I get one single mosquito bite I'll stomp a fucking rose bush or something, you hear that,

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[frigginsterling]

[The voice coming from the crow is cheerful, with a strong Northern English accent. If Hiruma were to look in the crow's eye, he'd see a skinhead a few years older than him, chewing a stick, a habit which he picked up since he began to run low on cigarettes.]

Fucking forest doesn't give a shit if you stamp on a rosebush, mate. Fucking forest's just gonna keep you goin' around and around and around. Get a fuckin' move on, then, and you'll end up gettin' out.

And no, these trees aren't fuckin' American. Friggin' Yanks. World doesn't revolve around America, mate.

[fuckingkillthem]

[He stops dead in his tracks, his head snaps around to look for whoever is speaking. It dawns on him pretty quickly that it's coming from the crow, but it takes him another moment before he reacts at all.]

... What the fuck. [he pokes it with a sharp finger to test if it's actually a live bird] What kind of fucking bird... [he squints at its eye. Man, he's definitely dreaming. Yep. One second of confusion, then he cracks a huge, pointy-toothed grin] Fucking awesome.

Kekeke! Try saying that to one of them, fucking flaps! But if I fucking go to bed in America, I fucking expect to wake up there as well.

[frigginsterling]

[Laughs]

Yes I friggin' well am! Hi there~

[He waves cheerfully at Hiruma through the crow's eye.]

Yeah, and if I fucking go to bed in a town I don't expect to wake up in a forest unless I got well smashed, but there I was a few weeks back, same sitch as you.

D'you want me to tell you the easy way how you got here, or do you want me to tell you the truth?

[fuckingkillthem]

[It's slowly dawning on him that it isn't the crow, but someone somewhere else talking.]

...The truth would be good right about now. Though I'm more concerned with how to get the fuck out of this fucking forest. I've been here for fucking hours.