009 ♩ video♩ PSA

[failingsohard]

[for the second time in a week, there is one (1) gilbert(ine) nightray on your screens. she looks - flustered, on her bed. she's panting, cheeks flushed red, hair dishevelled, frantic. the screen cuts off at her chest, and there's a knee somewhere there, raised leg and all.]

O-oh damn it -

Sir Dominic Sorel? Dominic - I-I need t-to speak to you

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[snapekillsedgar]

[For the longest time, Eliot just stares... And he stares... And he stares... what the HELL did he just see?! Gilbert wouldn't be like that? Right? RIGHT?!

... God damnit!]

DO YOU HAVE ANY SHAME YOU IDIOT?!

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[failingsohard]

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[failingsohard]

W-what's wrong w-with asking for someone -

[she pushes herself up higher the bed, flush against the headboard.]

[snapekillsedgar]

You've only been a girl for a few days now! Have you been doing stuff like this the WHOLE time?!

[failingsohard]

S-stuff like what, exactly?

[snapekillsedgar]

[...Ok, he assumed that Gilbert was doing something disgusting. With him showing a face like that, how can you blame him?!]

You know what, I don't even want to know what kind of perverted thing you were doing, but what the hell are you broadcasting it for?! Are you TRYING to disgrace our family?!

[failingsohard]

[your hormones, Elly, how are they? ALSO WHAT. LITTLE BROTHER WHY.]

I'm n-not doing anything p-p-perverted, Eliot - !

[a small squeak - and a sigh of relief; the kitten had skittered out the door.]