[Accidental Video]
[The feed clicks on just in time to catch a retreating arm whipping back under the covers. An annoying repetitive tone makes the object of the arm’s quest obvious a few seconds later, as the alarm clock was only momentarily subdued. There is a muttered curse before a second, freckled arm, reaches over the body of the first to expertly flick off the offending noise.
Wait. Vash doesn’t have an alarm clock. He slowly opens his eyes to find his face buried in the soft, supple, and very naked bosom of...]
“...Wh-- What is going... 202?”
[Her response is just as delayed, blinking blearily and reaching up to rub the sleep from her eyes.]
“...Is that thing on?”
“What? I thought this was... The communicators!”
[There is a momentary glimpse of two bare bodies, Vash’s blocking most of 202’s, as the nation rolls over to smack the feed off.]
((ooc: Yes, this is a joint post by two evil muns, thank you. Both Vash and 202 will reply to tags.))
Wait. Vash doesn’t have an alarm clock. He slowly opens his eyes to find his face buried in the soft, supple, and very naked bosom of...]
“...Wh-- What is going... 202?”
[Her response is just as delayed, blinking blearily and reaching up to rub the sleep from her eyes.]
“...Is that thing on?”
“What? I thought this was... The communicators!”
[There is a momentary glimpse of two bare bodies, Vash’s blocking most of 202’s, as the nation rolls over to smack the feed off.]
((ooc: Yes, this is a joint post by two evil muns, thank you. Both Vash and 202 will reply to tags.))