[The feed starts, and all you can see is the dim room until it focuses and there is a red head sleeping under covers. There is a dim orange glow from the corner of the video, but Zombie isn't currently in view, just Hanna. A groan is heard and the covers shift away, kicking them off in to reveal a thin form. Not modestly dressed for bed as per
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[Ellis rubs the back of his neck.]
When'd you get all them piercings?
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[He's giving you a look, because, what is with everyone? He's always been a bad-ass, man.]
Oh, and my partner came in on friday, I want to introduce him. You game?
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....Where are you like, right now?
[because he is seriously going to break your nose.]
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Uh. Outside the clinic, I guess. Why?
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No reason, just got a present for you.
[And he's out the door, half dressed and ready to kick some zombie-hating ass.]
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[And he's just going to switch the feed off, leaning against a nearby tree and toeing shapes into the dirt while he waits.]
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Hey Ellis!
[He hollers as he's getting closer, and his right hand curls up into a fist.]
George W. Fucking Bush is fine just the way he is.
[And then there is a fist connecting to his abdomen because Hanna's kind of too short to reach Ellis' nose.]
Happy birthday.
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That was...unnessecary.
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Before he lunged forward himself, hand balled into a fist and aiming it at Hanna's cheekbone.]
What the hell kinda present was that, man?!
[Yep. You've gone and offended him.]
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Fucking let go, Mickey, he totally deserved it!
[And he's struggling because this is no way to win a fight.]
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Don't you touch him.
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[Ellis hits the ground hard, smacking his own face hard against his hand as he lands. He will later claim that that black eye came from the two of him.
He sits up sputtering, holding his stomach and looking confused as hell.]
What the shit, man, he hit me first! And I didn't even deserve it!
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Bull shit you didn't deserve it. You don't fucking say anything about Alexander, got it? You don't even know him so don't go lumping him together with brainless undead. I don't give a shit where you come from, or what kinda zombies you've dealt with, he's not the same.
[He's glaring down and oh my god, he wants to punch Ellis again so hard, but he's still a friend, and so that means he'll go somewhat easy on him.]
We clear? I won't have to deck you again if you're smart about it.
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Please, just listen to him. I don't want to end up hitting you again. It isn't at all pleasant and I would prefer to avoid letting my anger get the better of me.
[He looks at Ellis' slowly budding black eye.] Would you like me to get you something for that?
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Who the hell is Alexander?
[He's... he's just a little stunned right now.]
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