[02: video] - Life is fraughtless, when you're thoughtless

[godofcologne]

[About five minutes ago, a sharp popping sound could have been heard from one of the emptier buildings in the city. And only now does the video come on, with Thomas looking disheveled, to put it mildly. He's got yellow pulp clinging to his hair, and his clothes are clinging to him again, this time covered in what looks like apple juice.]

[still, he

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[Video]

[dark_thespian]

[Allen just can't help but laugh.] Yes, they do. That's why there's a process to it or so I was told.

[video forever]

[godofcologne]

[Thomas shrugs, seemingly unperturbed by the setback. He's also lost the shirt at some point (thanks Jack) and is still picking bits of apple out of his hair.]

Next thing you're going to tell me is that there's books and research and instructions for this sort of thing, dollface.

[video forever]

[dark_thespian]

[He has to pause because dollface? Really?] I have no idea. It's not my line of work.

[godofcologne]

[really. get used to it, Allen]

Too bad. If it were, I'd hire you. [ignore the fact that he came with literally nothing more than the clothes on his back and can't actually pay anyone except in sex]

[video]

[kill_joo_ded]

[This is just laughter. Loud, obnoxious laughter. Killua is not even on the screen. All that is visible is an empty chair, which he just fell out of.]

[video]

[feel_nevermore]

Don't come too close to him. At that rate, it might be catching.

[godofcologne]

He can hear you just fine, sweetheart.

[feel_nevermore]

I know. I'd have set a private filter if I didn't want him to, genius. [But she really sees no point in doing that.]