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[The transmission starts out with Gulliver's soft gurgling, though it sounds like his mouth is full and there's a soft wet sound with each breath. After a few seconds, his tooth clicks it to video and drool covers the whole screen.

Blurrily, there's the sky and the top of the ground, along with the sides of buildings. He pauses to sniff, then shifts carefully. The corner of the Northern Lights can be seen from the side, and Gulliver drops it, gurgling at the building.

The transmission cuts out.
]

[commentlog] cue awkward

Date: 2009-01-18 06:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prodigal-axe.livejournal.com
Tch. That dog understands a lot..

[He'd been pacing, wearing down a path in the snow while Gulliver sniffed the ground. Now he came to a stop and jammed both hands in his pockets. Tried to seem casual about it. It was a habit he reserved for people who worried too much about him--odd doing that with Helter. He cast a shifty-eyed glance his way, then focused on the dog again.]

She can't have gone that far.. not hurt like that..

[That came out sounding doubtful.. ]
Edited Date: 2009-01-18 06:57 am (UTC)

[commentlog] your mom is awkward

Date: 2009-01-18 07:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] notinthegame.livejournal.com
[He glances at Shinji, then back at Gulliver. Fuck right now what he wouldn't do to have a cigar. Usually he would play with it in his mouth, switching it from side to side in thought, or as he spoke. Now... it felt weird. Perhaps people could understand him now, without the bastard in his mouth constantly.]

I just have to ask. What the fuck is her issue with gettin' into shit? Does she get some sick female rush from it?

[Annoyed, as per usual.]

[commentlog] well.. your moms is awkward

Date: 2009-01-18 10:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prodigal-axe.livejournal.com
Hell if I know. I can't even figure out how she left the clinic like that, let alone--

[His voice trailed off as Gulliver puttered down Bonito, sniffing--at nothing, or a scent, or what? He paused, glanced back at Helter before hurrying off after the creature.]

..Maybe he knows where she is. You coming?

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