Aug 11, 2011 19:13
[Live from one of the starter apartments, it’s Saturday night. The feed starts with a thrilling view of a couch and a wall as Pickles gets up and leaves just a second after hitting record on his phone. It almost seems accidental before he starts addressing the video.]
Isn’t it supposed to be, y’know, cold here? Dat’s how it was when I was through here not too long ago. I almost became a popsicle. Or y’know one of d’ose ice sculptures of de swans and de fatty angel toddlers? One of d’ose worthless fuckin' things. It’s almost a hundred degrees in here alone.
[Pickles flops into view with a glass of water (just water, much to his hidden chagrin). His hair is pulled back, he’s going shirtless today and there’s a light shine on his forehead and cheekbones, like he rubbed Vaseline on them.]
Seen some really interestin' looking dildos on the street. So far I haven't seen anyone else with dreads. Though I’ve been lookin’ fer a place dat sells de soap, if you guys know anything, I dunno. You gotta use different soap or else dey get gross, dat's a fun fact fer you. De people dat have dese things and look ratty--dey're not doin' it right. Den I might as well move into a van, eat granola and do yoga and shit. Heh. Become a fuckin' hippie. [Sips his water and twitches his nose, reaching behind his head to scratch an itch.] Or start all over--don't really want to do dat, though.
…And spray paint. Hate askin', but anyone know where I can get my hands on some of dat?
c: jack kelly,
!: pickles the drummer,
c: nami,
c: gamzee makara