☣ o16; [video]
[The video clicks on to the rustle of cloth and fumbling. Finally, it's righted to at least show something other than darkness. Of course, for a minute there, it's nothing but the ceiling. Then the scope drops down to show, with the picture off kilter to the left, the sleeping body that Shinji and Kazuhiko share. Strewn on the couch, head resting on a pillow propped against the arm, the glasses that are awkwardly jostled on his face show that Kazuhiko was probably the last one conscious. His chest is bare and strips of white bandaging can be seen encircling his ribs beneath what makes this normal lazy afternoon not so normal anymore.
There are three of Yaha's gnomes stacked on top of one another, nestled against and thoroughly swamping the resting form from the waist down. Weapons still in hand, the metal of the giant axes shine where they're stuck into the floor or over the back of the couch. The ever shifting mass of creature and cloth on top of the man doesn't seem to bother his sleep until a moment after the video starts, as it approaches, shifting in angle while the NV is held in another set of childish hands.
Eyes flicker open before a sharp frown sweeps on while the glasses come off.]
I told you not to mess with that. [Voice firm and agitated, he tries to move before looking down sharply at the group- who are now staring up his body at him blankly in return. A moment of silence, and he sighs heavily. Back to facing the camera, he notices the lit record button and smirks. The network can see him, might as well say something. Somehow, he drags himself up from under the pile enough to at least sit, a chorus of screeching protests coming from the group. But they don't move, just watching him with wide smiles of dangerously sharp teeth as they quiet down. The wrapping around his ribs from the gunshot can be seen clearly, cloth faintly spotted with a sick yellow.]
I thought giving them something live to eat for once would calm them down a bit, but you were right, Yaha, little guys are real excitable. [Another bandage is around his arm, which he raises toward the camera with a grin that doesn't match the situation.] Bit me without realizing it even.
But I don't know what I'd do without them, now that I'm back home. It'd be pretty boring, really. It'll take another couple days before I can get the son of a bitch back for shooting me. And with Kimihiko sulking around like a wet cat and Liquid sleeping around with every man he can find… [A shift in his expression along with a pause. For those who know him, it's obviously lacking the proper hurt and contemplation. For those who don't, it just feels a little flat. A small, half-hearted shrug follows.] I thought lovers are supposed to be loyal to each other. Guess he didn't get the memo.
There are three of Yaha's gnomes stacked on top of one another, nestled against and thoroughly swamping the resting form from the waist down. Weapons still in hand, the metal of the giant axes shine where they're stuck into the floor or over the back of the couch. The ever shifting mass of creature and cloth on top of the man doesn't seem to bother his sleep until a moment after the video starts, as it approaches, shifting in angle while the NV is held in another set of childish hands.
Eyes flicker open before a sharp frown sweeps on while the glasses come off.]
I told you not to mess with that. [Voice firm and agitated, he tries to move before looking down sharply at the group- who are now staring up his body at him blankly in return. A moment of silence, and he sighs heavily. Back to facing the camera, he notices the lit record button and smirks. The network can see him, might as well say something. Somehow, he drags himself up from under the pile enough to at least sit, a chorus of screeching protests coming from the group. But they don't move, just watching him with wide smiles of dangerously sharp teeth as they quiet down. The wrapping around his ribs from the gunshot can be seen clearly, cloth faintly spotted with a sick yellow.]
I thought giving them something live to eat for once would calm them down a bit, but you were right, Yaha, little guys are real excitable. [Another bandage is around his arm, which he raises toward the camera with a grin that doesn't match the situation.] Bit me without realizing it even.
But I don't know what I'd do without them, now that I'm back home. It'd be pretty boring, really. It'll take another couple days before I can get the son of a bitch back for shooting me. And with Kimihiko sulking around like a wet cat and Liquid sleeping around with every man he can find… [A shift in his expression along with a pause. For those who know him, it's obviously lacking the proper hurt and contemplation. For those who don't, it just feels a little flat. A small, half-hearted shrug follows.] I thought lovers are supposed to be loyal to each other. Guess he didn't get the memo.