[Week 26, Day 4, Midday] Accidental Video
(( OOC: Vince and Leo - warning for Vince's bad language/sexual subject matter))
[The two people sitting in chairs facing each other don't seem to have any idea that they're being broadcast at all. The blond man certainly isn't looking at either the Hitomi or the boy across from him, but rather at a red pillow that rests in his lap, the stuffing flowing out of it as he snip-snip-snips with a pair of wicked looking scissors with a decorative handle.
His voice is low and sweet as he speaks, his tone almost loving.]
Now, Leo, child, do tell me if you intend to fuck my brother. It's very important family know these things, as you pointed out to me so recently.
[From the looks of it, the conversation didn't just start, and it seemed that all of that which had come before was just as strange as what was being said now, if the confused black eyes widening at the blond were any indication.
He pauses.]
...excuse me?
[As if he hadn't heard him correctly.]
Leo.
[The name is almost a chastisement by itself, though the tone is still rather friendly. Mismatched eyes flick up to the younger man, and another little snip-snip of the scissors follows.]
What are your intentions? I think his seem to have become quite clear?
[Right. His intentions...]
If that is what Elliot wants.
[There was nothing he would not give Elliot. This was no different.]
[There's a slight blink at that, as if it's not the reaction he expects to hear, and Vincent pops his eyes back up to Leo's face again. He hmms under his breath for a second, and then...]
What do you want, Leo?
[What he wanted? That was... more difficult.]
...I hadn't considered that, sir.
Do so.
[Rip. Rip. Slender fingers clench the edge of the hole that he's cutting open, tear the fabric wider, the almost-white fluff inside spilling out further.]
If it were for the wrong reason, it would hurt him more.
[Hypocrite.]
Yes sir.
[It seems he was... being told to consider whether or not he wanted to sleep with his master of all people.
Right...]
If you hurt my brother's feelings letting him believe you feel in a way you don't...
[And there goes the last of the stuffing from the pillow, tugged out and dropped onto the floor, joining a mess of broken dolls already resting there. There's a sweet sweet smile on Vincent's face, as he waves a hand, as if to say 'you know the rest'.]
[The two people sitting in chairs facing each other don't seem to have any idea that they're being broadcast at all. The blond man certainly isn't looking at either the Hitomi or the boy across from him, but rather at a red pillow that rests in his lap, the stuffing flowing out of it as he snip-snip-snips with a pair of wicked looking scissors with a decorative handle.
His voice is low and sweet as he speaks, his tone almost loving.]
Now, Leo, child, do tell me if you intend to fuck my brother. It's very important family know these things, as you pointed out to me so recently.
[From the looks of it, the conversation didn't just start, and it seemed that all of that which had come before was just as strange as what was being said now, if the confused black eyes widening at the blond were any indication.
He pauses.]
...excuse me?
[As if he hadn't heard him correctly.]
Leo.
[The name is almost a chastisement by itself, though the tone is still rather friendly. Mismatched eyes flick up to the younger man, and another little snip-snip of the scissors follows.]
What are your intentions? I think his seem to have become quite clear?
[Right. His intentions...]
If that is what Elliot wants.
[There was nothing he would not give Elliot. This was no different.]
[There's a slight blink at that, as if it's not the reaction he expects to hear, and Vincent pops his eyes back up to Leo's face again. He hmms under his breath for a second, and then...]
What do you want, Leo?
[What he wanted? That was... more difficult.]
...I hadn't considered that, sir.
Do so.
[Rip. Rip. Slender fingers clench the edge of the hole that he's cutting open, tear the fabric wider, the almost-white fluff inside spilling out further.]
If it were for the wrong reason, it would hurt him more.
[Hypocrite.]
Yes sir.
[It seems he was... being told to consider whether or not he wanted to sleep with his master of all people.
Right...]
If you hurt my brother's feelings letting him believe you feel in a way you don't...
[And there goes the last of the stuffing from the pillow, tugged out and dropped onto the floor, joining a mess of broken dolls already resting there. There's a sweet sweet smile on Vincent's face, as he waves a hand, as if to say 'you know the rest'.]