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[Accidental Video //Action for those at Saya's apartment]
The sound of a man's voice sounds over the network, humming pleasantly as his soft footfalls cross the room of an apartment to a nearby bookshelf. His fingers skim the spines of a row of books before settling on one and pulling it from its place. In the background a clock softly chimes to the stroke of midnight as he walks back to seat himself on the sofa.
On the twelfth chime, however, he jolts out of his seat, dropping the book to the floor with a sudden thud. “WH--?! Oh, not again!”
He sighs, bringing his free hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Taking a deep breath, his eyes trail from the cold metal handcuffs attached to his wrist up to see just who it is that stands firmly affixed to him.
[ooc: And once again, Solomon finds himself the victim of the Handcuff curse.]
The sound of a man's voice sounds over the network, humming pleasantly as his soft footfalls cross the room of an apartment to a nearby bookshelf. His fingers skim the spines of a row of books before settling on one and pulling it from its place. In the background a clock softly chimes to the stroke of midnight as he walks back to seat himself on the sofa.
On the twelfth chime, however, he jolts out of his seat, dropping the book to the floor with a sudden thud. “WH--?! Oh, not again!”
He sighs, bringing his free hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Taking a deep breath, his eyes trail from the cold metal handcuffs attached to his wrist up to see just who it is that stands firmly affixed to him.
[ooc: And once again, Solomon finds himself the victim of the Handcuff curse.]
