[When the audio clicks on, there’s a lengthy silence interrupted only by the sound of shuffling. Usually, Will would opt to broadcast as video, but he’s not the happiest of people as of right now, and it’s somewhat evident in the tone of his voice — along, naturally, with a hint of disgust.]

I can’t say much for the postal service here. [A beat.] I’d like to think the address was wrong — there’s a butchers around here somewhere, isn’t there? I dare say they’d have more use for this than I, but—. [PAUSE.] I hope the original owner isn’t missing it too much. I was under the impression that one normally attached a return to sender address in case of failed delivery.

—I suppose it’s too much to point out that literal hearts tend not to rate highly when it comes to romance? I admit, I’m easy to please, so it wasn’t necessary to go to any kind of trouble at all. All one would need to do is visit, generally speaking.

(ooc: BASICALLY ROSIEL IS A CREEP and sent Will a heart 8()

( Memory Theatre )

[Once Will is aware of what has happened and what was broadcast, he doesn't bother with commenting immediately. When he does, he makes a point of making his voice as level and lacking in any discernible emotion as he can.] I can't help but wonder if that served any purpose. I shouldn't imagine it held much value if entertainment happened to be the root desire, but— [He pauses, uttering a vague, non-committal noise; he's perfectly aware that of everything, it could've been far worse.]

But one would have thought it'd go for something more pleasant. [A beat.] Pleasing. There hardly seems any point to voyeurism if it's going to make a point of being anything and everything but.