૦૦1 ✘ the apple now is sweet oh much sweeter than it ought to be

[devores]

[the video flickers on. blank. the darkness shifts once, twice before the obstruction moves away and a pair of lips and a chin come into view. at the bottom of the image, matted fluff presses against the lens.]

[a few moments and the image jogs again, descends into a flash of white and red and dark blue--

steadies on a face. a pleasant face, framed

Comments

[devores]

A number? Oh dear. I must've forgotten. ['forgotten' indeed]

[devores]

Mmm. [a pause, as if considering]

I think maybe I'll go for a stroll before I wander back there. The length of the line isn't at all appealing.

[howsketchy]

I'll keep an eye out for someone by that name.

[devores]

I'd certainly appreciate it. I'd hate for him to think I'd left him all alone.

[howsketchy]

Hopefully he'll arrive quickly if he's not here yet.

[devores]

Mmm. I hope so. [wistful look is go go go] We were in the middle of such a wonderful game. If he doesn't turn up soon, he might begin to think he's won, and that just won't do~

[wishmadeinfire]

If you still need aid, I believe I am near your position and might be of some aid.

[He had been down in the Zero-G chambers rehearsing.]

[devores]

Ah? Oh. That'd be wonderful, thank you.

[wishmadeinfire]

I shall be shortly then. My name is Ashura.

[devores]

Ashura. [smiles his acknowledgement] I'm Barry. I'll wait here for you, then.

[prayforprey]

[ his eyes fall to follow the red, but he doesn't bring it to attention ]

[ instead, he comments on the smile, in a round-about way; ]

Johnny Rayflo, aaah? Sounds like the name of a pusher.

[devores]

[oh? his brow raises at that, but falls just as quickly in favour of a quiet little smirk]

Hmm~ Not quite, but I suppose you're not a million miles away. [a pause, then he adds:] His product's somewhat exclusive.

[prayforprey]

I'm into exclusivity, if it's a pretty penny.

[ of course, not even bother to imply what (or who) he's a pusher of ]

Usually when one shows up, the other do. Pray on it.

[devores]

[the curve of lips deepens with dirty knowledge, a smile emerging from the ashes of a smirk]

I'm not known as the praying kind.