prismatica | video — un: dontannoyme

So. I'm havin' a little problem.

[ hey there Prismatica, welcome to Mo Guanshan's kitchen: modest, lived-in, homey. it smells like garlic and ginger and red pepper approximately all the time. Guanshan himself seems to be in little more than pajamas and since it's the afternoon on a day off, he probably just woke up. ]

Check this out.

[ he pans over, and laid out on his tabletop are the following: the broken remains of a coffee mug, a cabinet door handle ripped off its hinges with wood still clinging to the screws, and a metal spatula and pan literally bent in half, all lined up neatly one after the other like some weird museum display. a quick and knowing eye might catch the bracelet that's the source of all these mishaps, but it's wrapped on his wrist unassumingly with two others, an eclectic little collection. ]

What the fuck happened? Did somebody shoot me up with steroids when I wasn't lookin'? Who does that, sneaks into a dude's house and syringes him chock full'a juice while he's sleepin'? Who would sleep through that?!

[ not the most educated guess, but it makes more sense to him than reality at the moment. ]