003 » video | action } tennis house
[when the video flickers on, a pair of brown eyes scrutinizes the screen. a pause, another voice filtering from somewhere behind him--] - is it recording?
[there is what appears to be a nod from this side of the feed--the face of the one setting up the camera (one Tezuka Kunimitsu) is clearer as he walks back to the table. sitting to the left is Fuji Shuusuke, chin propped on his hand. as Tezuka settles down in his seat to the right, Fuji shifts his weight from his hand and holds it out to Tezuka across the table.]
With Johto as our witness. [the blue-eyed boy’s smile is beatific.] Let’s hope you won’t regret this come later, Tezuka.
[if Tezuka is concerned, he doesn’t show it. smug? not quite. confident? kind of.] Don’t let your guard down.
[a chuckle, here. Fuji leans in, clasping his hand in Tezuka’s, thumb alert. Tezuka does the same. there’s a brief lull, then--] On three, two, one--
[AND EVERYONE’S KUNG-FU FIGHTING-- the thumb-to-the-right performs a feint to the left, dipping in an arc. the thumb-to-the-left shoots across the gap and balks, before circling the other direction, almost predatory in its approach. thumb-to-the-right responds with subtle bobbing, rushing in the opposite direction to head off its opponent, which thumb-to-the-left retaliates by popping back precariously on its joint in an almost physically impossible maneuver] -- you’re double-jointed. [when just then, thumb-to-the-right becomes suddenly still in its approach, but despite this lack of action, thumb-to-the-left is being inexplicably drawn into the vortex.] -- Tezuka, you cheat. [but just as thumb-to-the-right presses down hard on thumb-to-the-left in triumph, Fuji gets that mad gleam in his eyes. a quick twist of the joint has thumb-to-the-left flipping thumb-to-the-right off in a maneuver that only be described as game-breaking, and suddenly, the situation is reversed and grim. thumb-to-the-right struggles! thumb-to-the-left hangs valiantly on! even as the clock is counting down threetwoone--
ding ding ding ding!
On the loser’s side, there’s silence. Actually, the loss doesn’t seem to affect anything--seemingly. Upon closer inspection, one might find Tezuka’s silence to be almost... broody. Fuji, on the other hand, is almost disturbingly cheerful.]
Dish-soap’s in the cabinet ♥
[When Tezuka gets up, it’s 0.5 seconds slower than the time he usually takes. a hand picks up an article of clothing on the side, which, on closer inspection is... a (pink frilly) apron. there’s a pause in his movement, maybe a bit of hesitation, before he walks off screen to do... the dishes. that small pause? was a judging stare in Fuji’s direction.
in response? Fuji chuckles and waggles his fingers. then, almost casually to the camera--]
So. Who’s up for replacing all pokemon battles with thumb wars?
(( Fuji and Tezuka will be tagging! action tags will be YOU -> FUJI -> TEZUKA! ))
[there is what appears to be a nod from this side of the feed--the face of the one setting up the camera (one Tezuka Kunimitsu) is clearer as he walks back to the table. sitting to the left is Fuji Shuusuke, chin propped on his hand. as Tezuka settles down in his seat to the right, Fuji shifts his weight from his hand and holds it out to Tezuka across the table.]
With Johto as our witness. [the blue-eyed boy’s smile is beatific.] Let’s hope you won’t regret this come later, Tezuka.
[if Tezuka is concerned, he doesn’t show it. smug? not quite. confident? kind of.] Don’t let your guard down.
[a chuckle, here. Fuji leans in, clasping his hand in Tezuka’s, thumb alert. Tezuka does the same. there’s a brief lull, then--] On three, two, one--
[AND EVERYONE’S KUNG-FU FIGHTING-- the thumb-to-the-right performs a feint to the left, dipping in an arc. the thumb-to-the-left shoots across the gap and balks, before circling the other direction, almost predatory in its approach. thumb-to-the-right responds with subtle bobbing, rushing in the opposite direction to head off its opponent, which thumb-to-the-left retaliates by popping back precariously on its joint in an almost physically impossible maneuver] -- you’re double-jointed. [when just then, thumb-to-the-right becomes suddenly still in its approach, but despite this lack of action, thumb-to-the-left is being inexplicably drawn into the vortex.] -- Tezuka, you cheat. [but just as thumb-to-the-right presses down hard on thumb-to-the-left in triumph, Fuji gets that mad gleam in his eyes. a quick twist of the joint has thumb-to-the-left flipping thumb-to-the-right off in a maneuver that only be described as game-breaking, and suddenly, the situation is reversed and grim. thumb-to-the-right struggles! thumb-to-the-left hangs valiantly on! even as the clock is counting down threetwoone--
ding ding ding ding!
On the loser’s side, there’s silence. Actually, the loss doesn’t seem to affect anything--seemingly. Upon closer inspection, one might find Tezuka’s silence to be almost... broody. Fuji, on the other hand, is almost disturbingly cheerful.]
Dish-soap’s in the cabinet ♥
[When Tezuka gets up, it’s 0.5 seconds slower than the time he usually takes. a hand picks up an article of clothing on the side, which, on closer inspection is... a (pink frilly) apron. there’s a pause in his movement, maybe a bit of hesitation, before he walks off screen to do... the dishes. that small pause? was a judging stare in Fuji’s direction.
in response? Fuji chuckles and waggles his fingers. then, almost casually to the camera--]
So. Who’s up for replacing all pokemon battles with thumb wars?
(( Fuji and Tezuka will be tagging! action tags will be YOU -> FUJI -> TEZUKA! ))