[ Video ][ un: icansmokemyself ]

[autorejoin]

[ There's a bleached blond teenager lying on what is almost certainly the floor in one of the hallways, long and stringy hair splayed out underneath himself. He's got his communicator pointed down at him, addressing the network at large. ]

Hey! So— space station, love what you're doing with the place, it's got a great "creepy and haunted" feeling to it! Top-fucking-marks for ambiance! Less fond of the clothes, even alarmingly less fond of whatever asshole decided it was funny to leave my my cigarettes but no fucking lighter.

I have no map so I have no idea where the fuck I even am or how big this place is, but the first person to find me and get me a lighter gets an IOU of epic fucking proportions. Payment's negotiable.

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[unshielding]

I don't really care if you like me as long as you're not endangering anyone.

[autorejoin]

Oh good, I was worried you were running for Mister Congeniality! You would've been a contender for last place for sure.

[ Katou rolls his eyes expressively. ]

Anyway, I only endanger people when they start shit with me first. I'm an asshole, you see, but I'm not interested in starting shit.