[ dito's in the process of leaning back against the clock tower, taking a break simply because he wants to, about to tuck his pda back into his pocket and cross his arms— at least, until he starts feeling the heat around his neck.
this again.
dito groans in frustration, even if it's inaudible. both of his hands (gloved, at least) immediately move up to grab at the collar on his neck as his face twists in discomfort. his posture slumps a bit more against the clock tower where he was already leaning, like he's in the process of falling down at this point — but he doesn't, instead looking really, really irritated as he starts rapidly tapping a few index fingers against the display on his collar that's glowing a bright red right now. hell, the whole collar is probably glowing at this point, because he's wincing one eye closed and smelling singed flesh now. the lack of sound makes everything worse, but maybe it's a good thing that he at least can't hear the sizzle.
dito starts tapping almost frantically on his pda before moving to shove it in midori's face: ]
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this again.
dito groans in frustration, even if it's inaudible. both of his hands (gloved, at least) immediately move up to grab at the collar on his neck as his face twists in discomfort. his posture slumps a bit more against the clock tower where he was already leaning, like he's in the process of falling down at this point — but he doesn't, instead looking really, really irritated as he starts rapidly tapping a few index fingers against the display on his collar that's glowing a bright red right now. hell, the whole collar is probably glowing at this point, because he's wincing one eye closed and smelling singed flesh now. the lack of sound makes everything worse, but maybe it's a good thing that he at least can't hear the sizzle.
dito starts tapping almost frantically on his pda before moving to shove it in midori's face: ]
knock it off asshole