InsaneJournal

Day 371 | [Video]
[Laughter, like grating white noise or the friction between grains of sand.]

"Aha-HAHA!"

[Shackled by his own amusement, he sits with a hand over his face, as if it could somehow shield his shit-eating grin. If he had known getting arrested meant serving life as a fancy free loader with some sick tech, he would have opted for it a few decades ago. Still howling, he falls onto his back before realizing that this is probably a rather odd first impression, and to impress the masses, he needs to regain his composure. He sits up with his eyes finally open, friendly but carnivorous.]

"Fellow inmates!"

[The corners of his lips upturn again almost instantly, like the edges of sharpened knives. His voice is like honey, but all he can think is how inmates are probably some of the troubled people in the entire world—perfect suckers for him.

"Fast, reliable, I’m the delivery god Yato! A bonafide god, I’m telling you!" [So don’t question it.]

"Does anyone need any help out there? It seems like we’re all in a" [beautiful] "strange situation, right?"