Extermination 6 // Dancing Like We're Dumb [Accidental Video]
[When the feed first turns on, music is playing quite prominently in the background. The view is of one of Versailles' many courtyards, green and grassy and draped with pastel decorations, a very pretty sight indeed. The Frogpad is propped up on a table, as proved by the slip of white, lacy tablecloth visible from the bottom of the view, and conveniently pans towards and open space.
In that open space is a young woman, long dark hair swaying gently, eyes closed, breeze ruffling her puffy, pale blue skirts and billowy translucent sleeves. She dances alone with no pattern, no partner, just an unrelenting rhythm and a small, amused-looking two-tailed cat darting around her feet. Occasionally she stops and puts her arms up, linking them together around air, clasping an imaginary partner.
Suddenly, Kirara gets caught up in Sango's skirts and the girl in question gives a yelp, tripping. She stumbles and barely manages to catch herself, glaring down to scold the kitten.]
You always have to be underfoot, don't you, you ridiculous feline.
[But her reprimands are half-hearted, and with a sigh she dusts herself off.
It's then that she seems to notice the Frogpad recording and turns as pink as the pastel colors draped across the courtyard. Without any sort of explanation, she slams the button to cut the feed.]
In that open space is a young woman, long dark hair swaying gently, eyes closed, breeze ruffling her puffy, pale blue skirts and billowy translucent sleeves. She dances alone with no pattern, no partner, just an unrelenting rhythm and a small, amused-looking two-tailed cat darting around her feet. Occasionally she stops and puts her arms up, linking them together around air, clasping an imaginary partner.
Suddenly, Kirara gets caught up in Sango's skirts and the girl in question gives a yelp, tripping. She stumbles and barely manages to catch herself, glaring down to scold the kitten.]
You always have to be underfoot, don't you, you ridiculous feline.
[But her reprimands are half-hearted, and with a sigh she dusts herself off.
It's then that she seems to notice the Frogpad recording and turns as pink as the pastel colors draped across the courtyard. Without any sort of explanation, she slams the button to cut the feed.]