千歳ミユキ ➥ ｍｉｙｕｋｉ ｃｈｉｔｏｓｅ

[ The video clicks on to a very angry-looking young girl. No, really, she's shaking with rage. Her scowl tightens before she speaks. ]

You useless, good-for-nothing, stupid, obnoxious — boy! How dare you just leave again, just— just like that, without even saying goodbye or... or....

[ There's a waver in her voice, but she sets her jaw and blinks hard. ]

But I'm onto you now! See if I ever talk to you again! I don't care if you ever come back! You're just a deadbeat loser who can't play tennis and has to have girls defend him! And you don't know how to treat a lady! I bet you'll never get a date!

And I hope you fault every ball you serve for the rest of your miserable life!

[ By the end of this last epithet, her voice cracks badly. It's not hard to spot the tremble in her chin just before she throws the 'Gear across the room. It collides loudly with a wall, the video shorting out, but the audio sticks around just long enough to broadcast her sobbing before it grows too staticky to hear.

Housemates can find her in her room, wailing inconsolably into her bed under the weight of a newly-hatched and very concerned Dratini. Tezuka's gone home, and since this is the second time he's left without saying goodbye, she's a little fed up. ... But mostly just sad.

Non-action replies will be a few hours from the time of the post, since Miyuki had to get a new 'Gear. ]