un: thief | video

[mitsubishis]

[A shitty-looking teenager appears on-screen, wearing sunglasses despite the obvious lack of sun in his cabin, dressed in a white tracksuit rather than the standard-issue uniform, smoking a cigarette like he's not even on a space station with maybe limited oxygen supply. He gestures at the camera as if he's already mid-conversation with the audience, amicable and Balkan, just like his accent:]

You miss some shit from back home, right? Whatever you had before whoever-the-fuck ripped it off you. Or, like, maybe some shit you didn't even have before, but you want it now, anyway. What I'm saying is: What're you missing? If your genie or your fairy godmother or whatever came around, what would you ask for?

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[uragiru]

[ his own laughter is soft, each sound carefully constructed like it's made for TV. ]

That's precisely along the lines of what I was thinking.

[mitsubishis]

It might take me a couple days to get a good one, but yeah, that can be arranged.

[uragiru]

I don't mind waiting at all. You're doing me a favour, after all; it would hardly be polite to rush the process.

It's Akechi, by the way.

[mitsubishis]

Kavinsky. Drop by if you wanna gimme some more details about what you're looking for without mama looking over your shoulder.