twelfth hit; audio.

[inadvertently]

[ 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. ]

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[ledbythewind]

[When Shizuo shows up, Richard is out bravely doing battle against the snow with a shovel...

... that looks like it's about to snap in half from the weight of all the snow Richard is trying to move.]

[moezuo.livejournal.com]

[ ... oh boy. ]

Oi.

[ledbythewind]

[Richard looks up, pausing in his torture of the poor shovel.]

Thank you for coming out here so quickly-- I hope I'm not calling you away from anything important.