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003. | un: aragaki
Name: Shinjiro Aragaki
Date: 08/14
Format: Video!
[It's (surprisingly) a video from Shinjiro! He's clearly holding the watch in an outstretched hand, and, to put it mildly, the faun looks exhausted. Less physically, and more from the culmination of a bunch of aggravations. The two silvery brushes that are non-stop attacking his shaggy, long hair through the duration of the video might have something to do with it. But he doesn't acknowledge them. Instead he tilts his head slightly once he's verified that it is, indeed, filming, and then begins talking.]
...So we need help clearing out our basement, and there's free food for whoever helps out. Just show up sometime and cart a bunch of stuff to the curb. You can eat as much as you want, and keep whatever you find down there.
[The soft-bristled paddle brush is now desperately scrubbing at one of his horns, as though confused as to what this object is in the way of its duty. The thin, hard-toothed one keeps catching on one of his ears, earning a faint flinch each time. Neither seem like they plan on stopping anytime soon. He is still refusing to comment on them. It's at this point that Louis peeks into the field of view, saying nothing, but watching those brushes go wild, with a face that can only be described as: :3.]
There's a whole lotta stuff left over from whoever used to live here, and I dunno if I've even seen a quarter of it. There's like... furniture, jewelry, probably some weapons... Hell, a lot of stuff I dont even know what the hell it is. [a pause.] And maybe bring gloves. Who knows what all weird shit's been growing down there.
[He seems about ready to finish up the post, when a small shadow is cast over him by Fie, and a weird marionette drops into frame next to him. It speaks with Fie's voice. Sort of. It's Fie, if Fie were a shitty beaknik, and when "it" speaks, something similar to a saxophone playing a smooth, jazzy melody can be heard.]
Be cool, man! Help a cat out!
[Shinjiro shoves the marionette away, only for it to tumble back into place, Fie adding on:] No, it won't let me stop-- Louis, help out.
No, not helping. Have fun, kids.
Rude, Louis. Okay, please Elliot--
[The voices grow fainter as Shinjiro just STANDS UP AND WALKS AWAY FROM THIS MESS to try and finish the post.]
Anyway, lemme know if you wanna lend a hand. Or just show up. If you do let yourself in, then make sure the hyena doesn't run out into the yard with the chickens.
Date: 08/14
Format: Video!
[It's (surprisingly) a video from Shinjiro! He's clearly holding the watch in an outstretched hand, and, to put it mildly, the faun looks exhausted. Less physically, and more from the culmination of a bunch of aggravations. The two silvery brushes that are non-stop attacking his shaggy, long hair through the duration of the video might have something to do with it. But he doesn't acknowledge them. Instead he tilts his head slightly once he's verified that it is, indeed, filming, and then begins talking.]
...So we need help clearing out our basement, and there's free food for whoever helps out. Just show up sometime and cart a bunch of stuff to the curb. You can eat as much as you want, and keep whatever you find down there.
[The soft-bristled paddle brush is now desperately scrubbing at one of his horns, as though confused as to what this object is in the way of its duty. The thin, hard-toothed one keeps catching on one of his ears, earning a faint flinch each time. Neither seem like they plan on stopping anytime soon. He is still refusing to comment on them. It's at this point that Louis peeks into the field of view, saying nothing, but watching those brushes go wild, with a face that can only be described as: :3.]
There's a whole lotta stuff left over from whoever used to live here, and I dunno if I've even seen a quarter of it. There's like... furniture, jewelry, probably some weapons... Hell, a lot of stuff I dont even know what the hell it is. [a pause.] And maybe bring gloves. Who knows what all weird shit's been growing down there.
[He seems about ready to finish up the post, when a small shadow is cast over him by Fie, and a weird marionette drops into frame next to him. It speaks with Fie's voice. Sort of. It's Fie, if Fie were a shitty beaknik, and when "it" speaks, something similar to a saxophone playing a smooth, jazzy melody can be heard.]
Be cool, man! Help a cat out!
[Shinjiro shoves the marionette away, only for it to tumble back into place, Fie adding on:] No, it won't let me stop-- Louis, help out.
No, not helping. Have fun, kids.
Rude, Louis. Okay, please Elliot--
[The voices grow fainter as Shinjiro just STANDS UP AND WALKS AWAY FROM THIS MESS to try and finish the post.]
Anyway, lemme know if you wanna lend a hand. Or just show up. If you do let yourself in, then make sure the hyena doesn't run out into the yard with the chickens.