Notes of a Steward

[Hello, Discedo! You get a lovely view of Cube's upper torso. From this view, it looks like the communicator has turned on while he is at a desk. He isn't smiling... his face looks very concentrated... angry, even. The sound of scissors can be heard in between his mumblings as he snips away small bits of his overgrown hair.]

-eaving their devices laying around. Wouldn't people hide it somewhere? Do they honestly not think of that? No. Of course not. They can't be bothered to just shove it in a drawer. It's almost as though they want people to see that sort-of thing. It's rude and not to mention embarrassing for themselves and anyone else unfortunate to see it. Rarely someone goes the extra mile about anything anymore. Everyone rather complain about everything publicly. No one has any tact or integrity anymore...

oh, come on...

[He groans lightly at his failing attempt to cut his own hair]

This shouldn't be so difficult. Why is it I can cut anyone else' hair but not my own?

Why does this have to be so frustrating? because I'm without his help... ? Not that I can ask him for anything anymore. Not even sure if he'll ever come out of that black hole of his he'll just complain if he does. Not like I asked much of him to begin with. It's not as if I summon him only for items... why did he have to- why did he-

Not as if it's my fault we're stuck here. Always blaming everyone but himself and making fun of my friends and- just- never happy!

[After a few attempts of him cutting the back of his head, the small demon sighs then turns around frustrated and glares at the mirror]

Will you just do as I ask of you for once!?

[He tosses the scissors in a huff and stomps off.

A moment later, a hand mirror floats after him, fluttering it's little red wings as it tries to catch up... one can hear something slam, like a drawer... then the feed cuts]