✎ Double D || post(video) = √4 || ✎

[head_in_sock]

[Double D looks into the camera, blinking, an uncertain look on his face. He's holding a lump of post-it notes, which he's carefully aligned back into a block, and for a moment he doesn't seem too sure what to say. Finally, though, he clears his throat.]

...I have to admit, the first dozen or so of these were actually sort of appreciated. It was

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[daddys_hit_girl]

[Personal space? What the hell is that? There's a cheerful little purple clad girl poking her head into your room, doublt d.]

Hey, stupid. I heard those were from the people who run the place, they're just trying to fuck with your head.

[head_in_sock]

[WOAH OKAY HI oh god that lock needs to be enhanced, adding that to his list of things to do ASAP]

I realize that now. In fact, I'm fairly sure that I realized it a few days ago, but it...was nice to pretend, for a while. Before they strayed too far from plausible.

[Blink, blink. What an OUTFIT this one's wearing. Jeez.]

...I don't believe I know you. How did you even find my room?!

[daddys_hit_girl]

[Hit girl is just gonna stroll on in, inspecting the furniture]

you can go ahead and call me Hit Girl. I'm just looking around this place, seeing what other peoples' living arrangements are like.

Heard you from outside. [Yeah. She's been listening at doors.] You shouldn't believe the shit they tell you, though, from what I've heard they're kind of assholes all the time.

[She walks over, and quicker than anything, pulls a sharp, improvised shiv out of her belt and spears the stack of sticky notes, holding them up in front of her.]

You want me to get rid of these for you?

[head_in_sock]

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Don't mind him, he's just...going to follow you around to make sure that you're not tracking dirt into his room. GOSH. You could have at least taken your shoes off!!!]

G-goodness, you have...quite a foul mouth for a...a g-girl. Um, I--

[And he promptly cries out in alarm when the shiv comes out and stabs his post-its.]

I...I...

[He just...shakes his head a little. He wants to hold onto them, at least until the week is out and he knows there won't be any more.]

[daddys_hit_girl]

Oh. [she takes them off the knife]

Here, you can still read them. I just thought you might be freaking out about them. [which you are, kind of obviously.]

For a girl? For a girl?

[Hit Girl leans in conspiratorily, then screams]

SHIT PISS FUCK CUNT COCKSUCKER MOTHERFUCKER TITS!

[she turns, cape flying out behind her, and stomps out of the room.]