♕ six; [voice; FRENCH/text translation/action]

[Anyone on the first two floors of Latimir--although this is being broadcasted as well--might hear angry, anguished screaming and the sound of a heavy thud and breaking glass. France just threw his communicator and he threw it hard.

He doesn't realize this had been recording.]

[The feed times out, only to time back in again about a minute later:]

[He breathes slowly, lightly. He lets out a long sigh. You can almost see him sitting in a boarded up window, blowing streams of winding smoke through the cracks. Other than that, however, his voice is a pleasant French purr.]

I require the use of a shovel. If anyone in the city of Discedo has one, I would be willing to trade it for another tool temporarily. I'm trying to move debris and fix up my apartment.

I can speak languages that are not French, but I prefer allowing that beautiful poetry that is my language to flow from my lips instead!

Give me a call!~

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