Let the fun begin~

[technopathos]

There's a couch, and a table, and a Nagi on a laptop. Papers are spread out in front of him, a few intermittently floating up to hover in front of his face as he types, mouse seemingly moving of its own accord.

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[cursed_bird]

And there is a Farfarello, pacing not far off. His left hand is dripping blood, and small wonder, considering that he keeps poking at it with the knife in his right. Somebody is bored.

Plus, the blood is pretty on the white walls and floor. Flick. Flick. "Vidi sanguinem". Flick.

[technopathos]

"You're making a mess, Farfarello," Nagi says quietly, not even looking up from the screen.

[cursed_bird]

That would be part of the point, yes. Flick, Nagi. Flick all over your paperwork.

[technopathos]

Or at least it would be all over his paperwork if it hit the pages. Floaty blood. How fun.

And yet he never stops typing. Clicky-clacky. Crawford needs this together as soon as Nagi can get it.

"Don't do that, please." His other copies are somewhere that is not-here.