[ 23 ] what else but an Accidental Video Post?
[ The communicator has been dropped-thrown, really-onto a pile of clothes and canned goods, not that this can be seen. It's low to the ground, but the lens is pointing up. A third of the frame is taken up by Shinjiro's back; past him, and what he's looking at, is Sorata, who appears to be climbing up the wreckage of some snow-covered building or another (in a tee-shirt, for some reason), dragging the world's flimsiest sled behind him. The building has conveniently fallen in a slumped manner, and does sort of resemble a hill (if you ignore the concrete sticking out here and there).
He reaches the top and waves down at Shinjiro, yelling: ] Admit it! You're jealous!
Just get this stupid shit over with... and don't kill yourself up there.
Aw, he's worrying about me! I'm touched! [ Laughing as he yells.
Sorata moves a few steps over, clearly trying to pick the best sledding route down (one that doesn't involve hitting said sticking-out concrete bits)-when he pauses, looking over his shoulder. He's a bit too far off to read his expression clearly, but his smile seems to fade. Not seeing whatever Sorata is reacting to, Shinjiro retorts: ] Shut up, I'm not worried...
[...Even as there's a loud, sharp sound of twisting metal, and a monstrous-well, monster-appears, trudging up the other side of the hill. An Iron Giant, easily fifteen feet tall, sword in hand, stomping his way up to Sorata, drawn, clearly, by the yelled conversation. Sorata stares up at it, looking put out. Shinjiro's shoulders stiffen and he takes a step backwards. ] Oh, shit.
[ Fail. ]
He reaches the top and waves down at Shinjiro, yelling: ] Admit it! You're jealous!
Just get this stupid shit over with... and don't kill yourself up there.
Aw, he's worrying about me! I'm touched! [ Laughing as he yells.
Sorata moves a few steps over, clearly trying to pick the best sledding route down (one that doesn't involve hitting said sticking-out concrete bits)-when he pauses, looking over his shoulder. He's a bit too far off to read his expression clearly, but his smile seems to fade. Not seeing whatever Sorata is reacting to, Shinjiro retorts: ] Shut up, I'm not worried...
[...Even as there's a loud, sharp sound of twisting metal, and a monstrous-well, monster-appears, trudging up the other side of the hill. An Iron Giant, easily fifteen feet tall, sword in hand, stomping his way up to Sorata, drawn, clearly, by the yelled conversation. Sorata stares up at it, looking put out. Shinjiro's shoulders stiffen and he takes a step backwards. ] Oh, shit.
[ Fail. ]