三十二 (Text/Voice Post, Japanese)

[onikui_tengu]

[BBBZZAP! Haruka lets out a angry growl, tossing the communicator to one side. It clatters noisily onto the floor.]

Dammit, it wasn't supposed to-- [Stomping around] Aaah! I hate how messed-up this place is! I can remember pouring that tea with enough leaves in it to give it taste, but it ended up just hot water that day when I could finally go back to work!

[Muttering, he goes to pick his communicator back up. The audio mode is switched off with an audible click.]

I'm fine. I just thought that would have more time. Geh. Usually that sensation isn't so unpleasant.

Of course as soon as I am free to go out, another murder makes the city unsafe to travel alone in. If I had them back, I wouldn't give a damn.

[[ooc Aack! I didn't realize that so much time had passed! orz]]

Comments

[voice | Japanese]

[onikui-haruka.livejournal.com]

Do you have a better way of phrasing it? Good.

I don't think I could handle another one like him.

[voice | Japanese]

[cinnagami.livejournal.com]

Oh, you get used to it eventually! You probably ought to be careful of any free food he gives you, though.

[voice | Japanese]

[onikui-haruka.livejournal.com]

I'll make a note of it, but why...?

[voice | Japanese]

[cinnagami.livejournal.com]

...He makes these weird chemical things.

[voice | Japanese]

[onikui-haruka.livejournal.com]

...

[voice | Japanese]

[cinnagami.livejournal.com]

Uh, though I don't think he does here! Anyway, I haven't seen any beakers lying around. We're bound to be safe.