002; video/action for Killua&Belphegor
[The feed opens to, at first, a suspicious green face of a Larvitar, and offscreen yelling. Goloso peers at the screen for a bit, contemplating whether or not he should attempt eating the pokégear. He looks a little worse for wear today, but holding up none the less.]
BEL, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, WE'RE LEAVING!
[...undeniably Squalo's voice, and closing in. He snatches the 'gear from the little guy's uh... hands(?) and continues on, apparently searching, and unaware the feed is running. As a result it mainly records his long strides, briefly flashing three backpacks and the remains of a campfire. Until he stops in his tracks.
In the snow, you see one blond boy with a tiara on his head, curled up on his side and holding his stomach. His eyes are obscured by his bangs, but if his mouth is anything to go by, he's in pain. In fact, he produces a pitiful whine. His sentret, Pandamink, sits by his side and looks rather worried.]
What. The hell. Did you eat.
[Belphegor mumbles a response and points vaguely at something offscreen]
GOD DAMMIT YOU MORON, THOSE ARE FOR POKÉMON AND NOT FOR PEOPLE. HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU A GENIUS WHEN YOU MANAGE TO FAIL AT LIFE LIKE THIS!?
[But the exasperated gesture brought the pokégear back to his attention. He scowls at it and snaps it shut, ending the feed.]
BEL, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, WE'RE LEAVING!
[...undeniably Squalo's voice, and closing in. He snatches the 'gear from the little guy's uh... hands(?) and continues on, apparently searching, and unaware the feed is running. As a result it mainly records his long strides, briefly flashing three backpacks and the remains of a campfire. Until he stops in his tracks.
In the snow, you see one blond boy with a tiara on his head, curled up on his side and holding his stomach. His eyes are obscured by his bangs, but if his mouth is anything to go by, he's in pain. In fact, he produces a pitiful whine. His sentret, Pandamink, sits by his side and looks rather worried.]
What. The hell. Did you eat.
[Belphegor mumbles a response and points vaguely at something offscreen]
GOD DAMMIT YOU MORON, THOSE ARE FOR POKÉMON AND NOT FOR PEOPLE. HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU A GENIUS WHEN YOU MANAGE TO FAIL AT LIFE LIKE THIS!?
[But the exasperated gesture brought the pokégear back to his attention. He scowls at it and snaps it shut, ending the feed.]