[ S'been a while, Demeleier. Kanji's been wrapped up doing other things and, well, generally being too embarrassed to get his ass on the network.

But, either way, he's been a busy bee. If you haven't seen him around in a bit, he looks...different. The bleach in his hair is fading, leaving black behind. (At least he's managed to keep it cut and styled...) ]

A'ight, I took a bunch'a custom orders a while ago for people. You know, for clothes...

[ He clenches his jaw for a bit, nostrils flaring for a moment. ]

And I figured I might as well take some more. I mean, winter is comin' and all, so... If you need anything prepared, Tatsumi Textile commissions are now open.

Rules're the same from last time. First repair is free, and if you want me to make anythin', you gotta bring the materials. I hear fur's back in season.

Also, if you're lookin' to learn how to repair your own shit, I can help with that too. Just sayin'...

[ He shifts a bit, looks around, and then leans closer to the camera. ]

Also, does anyone got any bleach?

[ Thank freakin' god that nightmare is over. The Hyrule one anyway, nothin' good came out of that for him. But, then again, he spend the entire trip rolling around in flowers.

Yeah, that's right. Flowers. You wanna fight about it?

Anyway, Kanji's been pretty silent since then, all things considering, so hey, have a video post. ]

Alright, I was thinkin'. [ YEAH, he thinks, okay? ] And, like. Okay, I wanna be more useful.

--Not that I'm saying I'm useless! 'Cause I ain't! [ Getting a little derailed there, Kanji. ]

I mean, right. Okay. I was thinkin' that maybe I could start up, you know, a business. Of some sort. If any'a you need clothes made or repaired. I mean, we're out in the middle'a freakin' nowhere and I can't tell you how many times I've had to fix this freakin' shirt because it keeps getting caught on, I dunno, tree branches'n shit. So I thought I'd extend my, er...talents if anyone else needs help.

--For a price anyway!

[ He pauses for a bit and then looks around furtively before glancing at the communicator again. He's putting himself out there, guys! ] So, what? Any takers?

[ It was with intense difficulty that Kanji even managed to get his communicator on, given the size of his freakin' fingers. But the feed eventually goes and-- oh jesus! ]

The hell. Is going on here?

[ The girl thing was pretty bad too. If looking like a masculine Mariyln Monroe wasn't bad enough, then looking like a giant dude with rock hard nipples was a waking nightmare. He's huge, if anything. Huge, and brown. With his signature white (with a bit of black) hair. You might also recognize his nose ring and skull and cross bones tattoo.

Say hello to your new Goron. ]

First being a chick and now this? This shit ain't funny, guys.

[ And he tries to turn the communicator off, but he's having trouble with the buttons. So just...watch him smash the thing for a bit. ]

[ Okay, feed: on. Feed: viewing some random trees. Feed: spinning around rapidly as some dude's face.

He's shaking it a bit and trying to figure it out. Violently and impatiently.

Kanji Tatsumi does not have a way with computers. ]

Fuckin'-- Piece'a crap doesn't even come with an instruction manual.

[ WHATEVER. He chucks it aside and leaves it running before stomping around a bit. ]

Alright guys, this really ain't that funny. I swear, when I find you, there will be some serious ass kicking in your future.

[ If you're not senpai. Or Chie. Or Yukiko. Or Teddie. Or Nanako. Or Dojima. So basically, if you're Yosuke. ]

And the hell is this on my head?