Apr 13, 2012 17:11
[The device switches on accidentally, and at the angle it's sitting, the owner is currently in the process of getting dressed slowly. The owner, is in the middle of cursing and lowering her shirt-- which already covers the generous amount of breasts god gave her-- ugly purple bruising covers the side of her ribs, and disappears out of view. There's the excited bark of the culprit that turned on the phone and the owner sighs.] I know, I know. You need a walk. You see me getting dressed, right? Calm your tits.
[The puppy barks and spins in a little circle on the bed, ducking in and out of frame in a matter of moments.] Yes, I know you don't have tits, Vader. Calm them, anyway. [Some rustling of clothing later and the puppy is lifted from the bed and Darcy frowns down at the device.] Vader, did you do this? [She picks it up and peers at it then her eyes widen.] Oh god. How much did you people see?
[A flush floods her cheeks and she looks to the ceiling in a 'god help me' sort of way then looks to the phone again.] Dean, when you get a chance, I'd like to talk. In person, please.
[Then she shuts off the feed.]
darcy lewis