voice/video

-=Ed's had a hard week. Month, season. Whatever. He's doing his best to ignore this as he trudging through the graveyard. There are two wreaths of white flowers in his hand as he walks. His PCD is in his pocket, so all one sees is dark as one hears the crunching of feet and perhaps the small sound of him humming to the song.=-

-=The walk stops and there's the sound of something solid and perhaps a little fragile sliding over stone. The dark explodes into light and a befuddled Edward is blinking at the recording light. Fuck.=-

Hey, Al. This one time.

-=There's a tight smile on his face. It doesn't reach his eyes, and the muscles are strained.=-

Just this once, let's get drunk, okay?

-=He ... just doesn't want to deal with today, and the music is bothering him, even if he's trying to ignore it.=-


-=And then the song starts over again and he looks up at the sky.=-


Aw, come ON!!!! You have it on a goddamned LOOP?!