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cookingfordogs[A pair of sleep-deprived eyes looks into the camera, narrowing slightly in frustration before the figure walks out of frame with a soft sigh.
The sound of boots hitting the hard wood flooring of the room can be heard as he walks around the space, growing louder then fading repeatedly.]
So this is it, huh? Not surprised.
[It's not obvious, but he thinks he's dead, and that this is part of the afterlife. What is obvious are the two bloody bullet holes in the breast of his coat. They can be seen when he appears in frame again, this time more of the figure visible; it's a boy with a seemingly permanent frown plastered on his face, examining the communication device lying there before looking off screen. He holds his hand over the area where the holes are; he looks a bit uncomfortable, as if he's hiding some pain.]
What idiot leaves shit like this just lying around anyway...?
The sound of boots hitting the hard wood flooring of the room can be heard as he walks around the space, growing louder then fading repeatedly.]
So this is it, huh? Not surprised.
[It's not obvious, but he thinks he's dead, and that this is part of the afterlife. What is obvious are the two bloody bullet holes in the breast of his coat. They can be seen when he appears in frame again, this time more of the figure visible; it's a boy with a seemingly permanent frown plastered on his face, examining the communication device lying there before looking off screen. He holds his hand over the area where the holes are; he looks a bit uncomfortable, as if he's hiding some pain.]
What idiot leaves shit like this just lying around anyway...?
