Kurosaki Shun | 黒咲 隼 (
raidraptors) wrote2015-08-03 04:14 pm
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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, SHUN KUROSAKI. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 235.59.665.46 *** XYZ-RAPTOR has joined 235.59.665.46 <XYZ-RAPTOR> Keep it short. | ||||

<shashinka>
can you be in lit
Or is it bad like when we were onryo
I thought at first it was the same again
Actually just my eyes hurt tho
<XYZ-RAPTOR>
my eyes are fine.
[He's still just getting used to his increased senses of hearing and smell, instead.]
<shashinka>
oh good
how is yuxu
* yuzu
<XYZ-RAPTOR>
[Aside of you know. Change issues. And also certain secrets they are currently keeping. Non of which Shun is going to talk about. Why is Koizumi even asking; shouldn't she have Hiiragi's channel number?]
<shashinka>
ok
Fog look ed rough fr her
ca wverty one still fit in tthere? lol
<XYZ-RAPTOR>
It takes a while until Shun replies and most of it is spent on trying to interpret what the hell that last line is supposed to mean.]
we manage
[Thanks to the Fourth God they already have plenty experience of more people changing much more rapidly at once in the cramped space of the apartment than they are now.]
<shashinka>
iuf anhy of you ever need help moving out though
just lmk
been looking into poperty here a lot there are lots of options
<XYZ-RAPTOR>
(It's preferable to staying in the cold apartment in the LDS tower that Akaba provided for him, isolated and left dependent on Akaba's whims and plans).]
whatever
[Maybe, if he ever feels the urge to leave the madhouse, he'll come back to that offer. ...Maybe.]
<shashinka>
just so many of you and maybe mo re next montyh
start of october probably...
not here
If she wants someone to talk to, she should know enough people who are actually conversational and don't mind other's butting into their living arrangements.]
not here
its not alway the sae day
[It takes her a while - it's so frustrating, she can see the screen so easily, too easily, but focusing her hands takes away that concentration and - finally when it's been five entire minutes she takes the device out of her lap and consoles herself that even her peripheral vision will pick up, like candy lying on a sidewalk, the motion of a new line.
She just feels strange not seeing him today. Quite possibly... not being the same species as him anymore... it had become a kind of reassuring routine. Of course, this is a stupid sentiment fueled by her own uncertainty about what she's becoming, and her ignorance about what happened after she died (another area in which he was unsurprisingly unhelpful), and her guilt about lying around inside sick instead of working.
Hopefully she can make it up to him somehow next time, not that she's ever figured out how to do that in other matters so far.]