05∙00∙00 ☇ (accidental) video.
[When the video turns on, it doesn't look like it was intentional in the least, from the skewed angle to the two men in view - Raymond Leon and Dr. McCoy, for those who might recognize them - caught seemingly unawares. Not to mention the fact that they're both undressed from the waist up, Raymond looking particularly like he only just rolled out of bed, and that their attention is more absorbed by whatever argument they're in the middle of than the possibility of their being recorded.]
It's not as big a deal as you're making it out to be.
It is a goddamn huge deal.
[ Strangely, McCoy jerks his own arm to accentuate his words. Anyone with a quick eye might notice the flash of silver, handcuffs keeping him attached to the other man. ]
In case you've forgotten our little predicament here.
[To which Raymond responds by rolling his eyes and raking a hand through his mussed hair; it wouldn't take quite so quick an eye to detect the odd green glow on his left forearm as he does so, but it certainly would to catch the exact shape and numbers of the digits it forms.] It won't take even five minutes.
You don't need to. [ If he had both use of his arms, McCoy would have them folded over his chest right now. As it is, he's doing a credible impression of an angry bull, glare firmly fixed on his face and nostrils flaring slightly. ]
[Ray glares right back, and this time he's the one to jerk his cuffed arm.] I've been stuck here without one this entire weekend. I should beg to differ.
So have I. [ And he jerks his arm right back. ]
Yeah, I know. And I wouldn't be making nearly as big a deal out of this as you are.
That's because you're vain.
Not vain enough to turn my nose up at sharing a shower when I know I need one. Oh, wait, I forgot - that's your problem.
You just want to do your goddamn hair.
[The expression that comes over Raymond's face at that could best be described as "bitch please" offended.] Don't say that like you know me. Even if I did, why the hell do you care?
Because I'm the one who has to have their hand jerked around while you make yourself pretty! It's not a difficult concept.
Oh, like you haven't been jerking my hand around this entire goddamn weekend. [He rolls his eyes again as he speaks, moving his entire head with the gesture - which is how he comes to notice that the device is recording.] ... Shit.
What-- Oh, god dammit. [ Everyone in the City will now get a very nice look at a surprisingly toned doctor dragging a timekeeper across the room, at least before he shuts off the device. ]
(( OOC: Bones is in blue text, Ray is in regular! ))
It's not as big a deal as you're making it out to be.
It is a goddamn huge deal.
[ Strangely, McCoy jerks his own arm to accentuate his words. Anyone with a quick eye might notice the flash of silver, handcuffs keeping him attached to the other man. ]
In case you've forgotten our little predicament here.
[To which Raymond responds by rolling his eyes and raking a hand through his mussed hair; it wouldn't take quite so quick an eye to detect the odd green glow on his left forearm as he does so, but it certainly would to catch the exact shape and numbers of the digits it forms.] It won't take even five minutes.
You don't need to. [ If he had both use of his arms, McCoy would have them folded over his chest right now. As it is, he's doing a credible impression of an angry bull, glare firmly fixed on his face and nostrils flaring slightly. ]
[Ray glares right back, and this time he's the one to jerk his cuffed arm.] I've been stuck here without one this entire weekend. I should beg to differ.
So have I. [ And he jerks his arm right back. ]
Yeah, I know. And I wouldn't be making nearly as big a deal out of this as you are.
That's because you're vain.
Not vain enough to turn my nose up at sharing a shower when I know I need one. Oh, wait, I forgot - that's your problem.
You just want to do your goddamn hair.
[The expression that comes over Raymond's face at that could best be described as "bitch please" offended.] Don't say that like you know me. Even if I did, why the hell do you care?
Because I'm the one who has to have their hand jerked around while you make yourself pretty! It's not a difficult concept.
Oh, like you haven't been jerking my hand around this entire goddamn weekend. [He rolls his eyes again as he speaks, moving his entire head with the gesture - which is how he comes to notice that the device is recording.] ... Shit.
What-- Oh, god dammit. [ Everyone in the City will now get a very nice look at a surprisingly toned doctor dragging a timekeeper across the room, at least before he shuts off the device. ]
(( OOC: Bones is in blue text, Ray is in regular! ))