twelfth hit; audio.

[ well.

that was a snowstorm. shizuo's drumming his fingers against the tabletop and leaving dents, peering out the window with a mug of coffee poised mid-air. ] Looks like some of the walkways are still a mess. What a pain.

Look, anyone need some help shoveling? [ he's still in a sour mood about the draft taking his boss. but. he's gotta get out of this house and if he punches another hole through the wall, he's pretty sure someone will skin him for the noise. ]