001 [week eleven | day one] //accidental video-
[The device flickers on, shifting as though on shakey ground and there is the dull shuffle of footsteps, skin on wood. Squeaking boards. The source seems to retreat in an unhurried fashion and it's quiet for some time, though there is a muffled murmur from the window. And the minutes drag on and on. And on. The view is of a hotel room, window hinting at other buildings and the Yomisato market place beyond.
And then a hunched figure crosses the visual, glancing out of the window lazily, face turned from the camera and seemingly distracted for some time. Slowly, his back straightens, silence dragging, and even more time passes. When he does glance over, the light behind darkens his features further and he doesn't hesitate in traversing the room, face now cutting out of view.
He lifts the device and switches it to voice, visual cutting to black.]
Mm...
[Some sound and it's quickly switched to private.]
Private to Mello:
I like honey with my tea.
And then a hunched figure crosses the visual, glancing out of the window lazily, face turned from the camera and seemingly distracted for some time. Slowly, his back straightens, silence dragging, and even more time passes. When he does glance over, the light behind darkens his features further and he doesn't hesitate in traversing the room, face now cutting out of view.
He lifts the device and switches it to voice, visual cutting to black.]
Mm...
[Some sound and it's quickly switched to private.]
Private to Mello:
I like honey with my tea.