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004 . : Okumura Yukio [VIDEO]
Sep. 25th, 2011 11:10 pm[The feed opens to the muffled sounds of rustling fur and a shifting view of a certain cat's belly and nimble black legs. The PDA spins a few times as Blacky paws at it, loosing excited little mews.]
Blacky, come away from there.
[There's the soft clunk of metal hitting wood, and Blacky hops away as a hand reaches out to halt the cat's play. The camera spins once more, bringing Yukio into view. He's sitting at a very worn table in his room (technically Rin's room, but whatever), for once lacking the heavy black jacket he's normally seen wearing. There are two pistols on the tabletop, one whole and the other disassembled and neatly arranged before him. Probably awaiting cleaning before Blacky's interruption.
Yukio peers down at the device, frowning and sighing a bit after a moment. Of course it's recording.]
My apologies. [He offers any possible network viewers a polite smile before cutting the feed.]
Blacky, come away from there.
[There's the soft clunk of metal hitting wood, and Blacky hops away as a hand reaches out to halt the cat's play. The camera spins once more, bringing Yukio into view. He's sitting at a very worn table in his room (technically Rin's room, but whatever), for once lacking the heavy black jacket he's normally seen wearing. There are two pistols on the tabletop, one whole and the other disassembled and neatly arranged before him. Probably awaiting cleaning before Blacky's interruption.
Yukio peers down at the device, frowning and sighing a bit after a moment. Of course it's recording.]
My apologies. [He offers any possible network viewers a polite smile before cutting the feed.]
