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[ when the feed flicks on, it’s to the simple image of a sharply dressed man adjusting his glasses upon the bridge of his nose. or rather, it’s the lens glare that strikes the view first, a flash of blue that obscures the friendly(?) way he eyes the viewer, the practiced way he smiles. ]

My apologies. [ the tone, too, is terribly kept, composed and precise. ] If I may, I kindly request that you lend me your brief attention for but a few minutes of your time.

First, allow me to introduce myself: I am Munakata Reishi. You will have to forgive me, I’m afraid, as my recent arrival will mean my lines of inquiry will run along the road of repetition.

[ it’s formality and ease in idle, clear-cut motions; he laces his fingers together and rests them neatly on the table set before him. his smile hasn’t moved. ]

There is, I understand, a . . . certain freedom to living in the time before we are called to action. Training is -- was mandatory, was it not? I don't suppose all of you have been keeping up with your weekly regimen during this temporary state of confusion.

But I digress.

Let me cut straight to the chase, then.

Certain concerns come to mind. Minimal organization though we may have, I admit I’m rather lost. [ there’s a breath of laughter, possibly meant to curb the tension… not to create it. ] With so many people in a state of little to no enforcement, is it safe there on Earth, I wonder?

. . . And what kind of activities, pray tell, have you found to be the most beneficial use of your undoubtedly limitless spare time?


PRIVATE; TO SARUHIKO FUSHIMI

[ it's a text, simple and innocuous. ]

I trust I find you well.

Comments

i love long tags and projection and both will eventually be mutual ): but i'm sorry he's a douche

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[ little motions that speak in volumes. and it's the cornered look, the subtle tuck of the chin that disconcerts him more than the wide-eyed musing mess christopher had been before. but he knows it, vaguely recognizes the steps that led up to the radical switch

-- and stores this information for the future. ]

. . . I will leave you to it, then.

[ gentle almost, is his own switch. his words are unloaded, casual and mild. ]

Shall I find something red for you when the time comes to return the favor?

this is why you don't have people to get christmas gifts for, munakata

[inhumanity]

[The stimuli are removed, so the experiment's responses change. It isn't obvious that Christopher relaxes, except the way that all those little marks of obedience slowly fade into his more natural posture: that of being a proud affront to all things natural and sane.

That's why he is able to truly chuckle and shake his head at Munakata's suggestion.]

You can if you like, but I don't have any similar occasion.

I know! You can get me red things every day. My, what a generous offer, friend! Who knew you could be so thoughtful!