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its_rose_damnit) wrote2011-01-18 06:51 pm
its_rose_damnit) wrote2011-01-18 06:51 pm
Eleven Rose Petals Fall - [Voice | Video]
[As the journal's video clicks on - activated by being bumped from Dist's bookcase onto the floor - it shows most of the man's desk and workspace. ...To say the area looks like bomb went off may be a bit of an understatement as well as a half truth. Papers, notes, sketches, and various metal and electronic parts are skewed all over the large piece of furniture. The lamp was still on, and a pile of books were open, marked with numerous slips of paper, all of which also containing notes and scribbles. Ah, the workspace of a true genius.
Dist, meanwhile, was tugging books off his shelf, looking at the titles and flipping through pages. He mutters a few "yes" and "that could be useful"s here and there, absently pushing up his glasses. Dist then begins to walk back over toward his desk...
...before he very nearly trips over his own journal. So graceful, this rose.
Uttering a sharp curse, he glances down at the object angrily and blinks. Oh, that's where it went to. Picking up the journal, he finally makes it back to his desk and seats himself. He looks over something in a book before he speaks indirectly to his journal.]
Winry, I may need to borrow your workshop later, if you don't mind. I want to add a few finishing touches to something I've been working on, and begin preparations for another project.
Oh, yes...Guy? I'd like to speak with you about that, actually.
[And, just as he's about to ignore his journal until one of the two speaks up, Dist remembers something. He lifts his head from his work and turns toward the journal's camera.]
And before I forget once again...I spoke with someone about piano lessons some time ago. I'm uncertain if the one I spoke to is still here or has been returned, but if anyone else here in Luceti is gifted in that aspect, please contact me. I'd like to make time to learn.
Dist, meanwhile, was tugging books off his shelf, looking at the titles and flipping through pages. He mutters a few "yes" and "that could be useful"s here and there, absently pushing up his glasses. Dist then begins to walk back over toward his desk...
...before he very nearly trips over his own journal. So graceful, this rose.
Uttering a sharp curse, he glances down at the object angrily and blinks. Oh, that's where it went to. Picking up the journal, he finally makes it back to his desk and seats himself. He looks over something in a book before he speaks indirectly to his journal.]
Winry, I may need to borrow your workshop later, if you don't mind. I want to add a few finishing touches to something I've been working on, and begin preparations for another project.
Oh, yes...Guy? I'd like to speak with you about that, actually.
[And, just as he's about to ignore his journal until one of the two speaks up, Dist remembers something. He lifts his head from his work and turns toward the journal's camera.]
And before I forget once again...I spoke with someone about piano lessons some time ago. I'm uncertain if the one I spoke to is still here or has been returned, but if anyone else here in Luceti is gifted in that aspect, please contact me. I'd like to make time to learn.
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