[Rarely does he ever bother with the video function on the communicator, except for special circumstances like these. When the feed clicks on, there he is lounging back against the headboard of his bed, shirt partially unbuttoned and a cigarette dangling in the edge of his mouth. Oh yes, and that cocky grin is also hard to miss. Taking the cigarette from his lips in one hand, he exhales and addresses the camera. And everyone in the dome as well, purposely failing at directing this privately.] My dear Miranda...

You left these behind. [Holding up her gloves, waving them back and forth.] You weren't around in the morning, so I thought I ought to remind you. You must've left in quite a hurry to forget them. [Don't you just love these implications? He's having a ball here. He drops them back to the bedside table.] Feel free to come get them anytime.

[It was late. Fuuma had lost track of time - not to say he was doing anything important, rather the opposite, really - and was now headed back to the new apartment he shared well after midnight. It was hard to feel tired when he spent the days doing nothing. He'd never been the type to sleep a lot, but here it was worse. But he'd wandered to everywhere he could think of already, sat on a roof and watched Kamui's house for a while, and anything else that came to mind before realizing what time it was.]

[He doubted that his new room mate would care much about his coming and going, but he didn't really want to run into someone patrolling with the Defense Force at this hour. It was irritating to deal with people who would try to stop him for no reason apart from them being part of a group meant to police other inmates. Not that it had mattered much lately... But Fuuma hadn't poked his nose much into Sasuke's business, even when the kid came home looking like he got beat up the other day. If he wasn't involved, there was no sense in interfering.]

[It didn't take him long to get back to the new apartment in sector five, opening the door as silently as he can, and shutting it softly behind him. He wasn't hungry, so he might as well try to get some sleep... Tomorrow would make 54 days that he had been here. He really needed to find something to do.]