video → 003
[There's a little bit of jostling of the communicator, and an eye peering curiously into it before disappearing for a moment. The screen is blank (well, it's in Yosuke's room so the viewer can see the general mess that goes on in there), and the feed quiet.
Until...wait, is that someone making up their own background music?]
BADAAAA--!!
[Ten-year-old Yosuke slides into the frame of the SFC, kunai in hand and headphones over his ears. He's still humming to himself, almost sounding like he's making up his own battle theme.]
Aaand freeze! Haha, the great Yosuke's got you now!
[With a general flailing of legs, arms and kunai, he "fights" off an imaginary foe, leaping on "top" of them and holding a kunai towards them.]
That's what I thought. [And he starts getting up, grinning mischievously at the SFC, before getting into a victorous pose.] Once again--[He starts twirling the kunai in his hands, obviously showing off--
And you got it, Vatheon, he cut the side of his hand. With a yelp, he drops the weapons and dances out of reach so that the things couldn't hurt him anymore.]
Ow, ow, ow, ow...we're uh...experiencing...ow, ow some minor difficulties...
[He waits for a moment, nursing his injured hand, before running to the SFC and turning it off.]
((ooc: no bitty icons for this one, sorry! Just use your ~imagination~))
Until...wait, is that someone making up their own background music?]
BADAAAA--!!
[Ten-year-old Yosuke slides into the frame of the SFC, kunai in hand and headphones over his ears. He's still humming to himself, almost sounding like he's making up his own battle theme.]
Aaand freeze! Haha, the great Yosuke's got you now!
[With a general flailing of legs, arms and kunai, he "fights" off an imaginary foe, leaping on "top" of them and holding a kunai towards them.]
That's what I thought. [And he starts getting up, grinning mischievously at the SFC, before getting into a victorous pose.] Once again--[He starts twirling the kunai in his hands, obviously showing off--
And you got it, Vatheon, he cut the side of his hand. With a yelp, he drops the weapons and dances out of reach so that the things couldn't hurt him anymore.]
Ow, ow, ow, ow...we're uh...experiencing...ow, ow some minor difficulties...
[He waits for a moment, nursing his injured hand, before running to the SFC and turning it off.]
((ooc: no bitty icons for this one, sorry! Just use your ~imagination~))