[It's unclear for a moment where the cameraman has managed to track Larkin down, but as the picture resolves, it's clear that he's seated on a crate in a different part of the alley than is usually filmed in. He glances at the crew's approach, runs a hand through his hair and sighs, before looking back up. There's some defeat in his posture, but a lot of anger in his eyes. ] "I saw a blizzards worth of dandruff making it into the apps today. 4 seconds of ceaseless scalp shedding, just directly into the appetizers. If we could ensure it was just him going, that would be FINE. But there's no guarantee! I feel like I'm about to go insane." [Moody music plays, as he looks up at the sky, which is about as clear as dishwater. The camera pans up, but the mic feed is still all Larkin.] "Gotta find a way to really keep the team tight. TIGHT. Team cosplay? Fuck, that sucks, but.... maybe?" #AngelsNutritionblock #confessional @abattoirsGutter
