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"Use this"? How am I supposed to use this piece of trash...?
[groangroangroan whiiine. the kid looks displeased, as do 90% of the people who first arrive here. he taps the red light with a gloved finger, continues to glare into its camera.]
... Right. So there's obviously peopl—
[he breaks off mid-sentence, eyebrows furrowing. turning, the camera swivels with him to catch sight of a department store and then his apparent cause for alarm*. but mental berating aside for not noticing the thing before it's literally within meters of him, yukio smiles. glances at the camera and tucks it into a coat pocket. enjoy the view of darkness for a while. calmly:]
Invaders must die.
[nope. she continues to move strangely, her crying more audible, it's as if it's she that's yet to notice him.]
What the hell.. I said, 'invaders must die'!
[a thud. the scraping of claws against broken cement, yukio taking a few faltering steps backward.]
INVADERS MUST D—
[WHAM. the recording ends.]
[groangroangroan whiiine. the kid looks displeased, as do 90% of the people who first arrive here. he taps the red light with a gloved finger, continues to glare into its camera.]
... Right. So there's obviously peopl—
[he breaks off mid-sentence, eyebrows furrowing. turning, the camera swivels with him to catch sight of a department store and then his apparent cause for alarm*. but mental berating aside for not noticing the thing before it's literally within meters of him, yukio smiles. glances at the camera and tucks it into a coat pocket. enjoy the view of darkness for a while. calmly:]
Invaders must die.
[nope. she continues to move strangely, her crying more audible, it's as if it's she that's yet to notice him.]
What the hell.. I said, 'invaders must die'!
[a thud. the scraping of claws against broken cement, yukio taking a few faltering steps backward.]
INVADERS MUST D—
[WHAM. the recording ends.]
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there's no escaping it this time.]
... Yukio.
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[glances to him again. can't for the life of him figure out why someone would be made uncomfortable by that, and he isn't even going to try to. well okay maybe he can, it's just he'd been exposed to it to the point where it no longer seemed like anything special. he wipes his cheek, smearing a bit of blood on his gloves.]
You're not gonna leave until I do this, are you.
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[because for all that carnage, guess who's never done that.]
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How much should I use?
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Then rip them for me?
[because apparently this is harder than he thought it would be.]
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Is that all?
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I guess.
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... No. I just assumed everyone slept on the streets like a bunch of vagrants.
[a little bitingly.]
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Who manages them?
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