[The video clicks on by itself from his device sitting on the counter of the ring toss game. You can see Kid stand there for awhile, carefully planning the trajectory of the ring, taking into account any stray breezes and the shape of the object he's aiming for (a perfectly round globe of pretty glass). And then he tosses. It's a win, of course ( ( Read more... )

[The sound of a spray bottle, and the squeak of a rag on glass.]

It gets dirty in here nearly as fast as you can clean it. I'll never get everything organised.

[He trails off, muttering in a whiny voice about his own lack of worth as a person who can't keep his own room clean. A few moments later he notices that he's being recorded.]--Oh. In ( Read more... )

[There's the rustling of a lot of clothes this time, before Kid's voice is picked up.]

Alright, who else actually listened to that voice? I felt kind of stupid hiding.

Last night was...

This one didn't back off. I know I shouldn't have opened the door. He can't leave the city, after all. But... was it really so much to ask to see him? I wish I could at least let him know I'm alright.

I can't contact Father. This is... inconvenient at best.

There are other people here, right? Can anyone tell me what's going on?

Have a question, comment, or complaint about the way I play Kid? Have a plot idea but can't get ahold of me on IM? Leave a comment here. Anon is off because I believe in honesty, and trust me I'm not the kind of person to get snappy. ♥

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