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[metousiosis]

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[ Silence permeates the air, stagnant through the device. That is, before one can hear a faint metallic click, then the sounds of friction. An inhalation is the only indication so far of any human presence, the exhalation confirming those suspicions before the metallic click sounds again.This is what it's like,

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[whoistheother]

[What?

...

What?]

[whoistheother]

[Thought you were dead.

Actually, yeah, pretty sure you were dead.

I mean, I had your eye in a jar and everything. Just sayin'. I mean, this whole thing is kind of, you know, not cool.]

[whoistheother]

[Yeah, okay. Naruhodo.]

There is a clock.

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[metousiosis]

[ One moment, please-- the voice sounds familiar... ]

WILL PROBABLY HAVE TO BACKDATE A LOT OF THIS ;;

[daddyschewtoy]

[Oh um. Uh. Well. You sound- like somebody he knows. Knew.]

--Sakurazukamori?

backdating is always in vogue, darling

[metousiosis]

No.

No longer, at least.

you are a peach~

[daddyschewtoy]

Ah...of course. Subaru.

How should I address you?

I try, babe. <3

[metousiosis]

You are his Kazuki, aren't you?

voice; forward-dated to the morning

[icingkills]

[Reining in his irritation at the City, carefully keeping it from transferring to the newcomer at that familiar sound. The conversations above interest him. So he'll be civil.]

I've heard things aren't destroyed very easily around here--

--so I can't imagine what you're talking about.

[voice]

[metousiosis]

The clock still ticks. Nothing is destroyed, is it? At least, I hope the ice cream parlors aren't.

The clock is loud, isn't it? You can hear the ticking even in the park.

[voice]

[icingkills]

If that's what interests you, I've no doubt the City can supply.

You can hear the ticking wherever you're alone. It's a wretched inconvenience.

[A trace more audible frustration than he'd like. He's still recovering from the effects of yesterday's curse. Click. The same sound that opened this post.]

[voice]

[metousiosis]

[ Oh, that sound. Penance, isn't it? Poor, poor November. ]

That's a bad habit, you know.

[slighted_stains]

[in which the device is probably dropped and picked up some 5,000 times.]

[oh, there it goes again.]

[sigh - quite possibly forever. Quite probably difficult.]

Good... evening.

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[metousiosis]

[ Oh. Oh, there's no mistaking that voice. Well, well. What have we here? ]

[metousiosis]

Subaru-kun....

[metousiosis]

[ My, what does one say to his killer-successor-play-toy? ]