11 | video
[this nearly blackened feed cuts in to the sound of two voices in the middle of an intense discussion-- not an argument or anything, but the younger of the two voices sounds fairly agitated-- and some bizarrely cheery music. ridiculous springy music drowns out the syllables of the conversation to little more than perhaps, to the right person, recognizable voices.]
[sound slowly turns to video as the surroundings come into focus. a half-open door with ambient light shining out is visible. cut to one curious and sentient NV desiring to know more. the feed suddenly brightens as it slips through the doorway of a certain apartment, where two half-people are seated, video game controllers in their hands as they attempt to play a video game that, judging by its appearance, is putting the accompanying music to shame in the cheeriness department.]
[Vanitas is clearly disgruntled.]
How much did you pay for this game? [the "and why?" is implied-- call him the angry teenager who prefers the violent kind of games if he's going to be bothering to play them at all.]
You know, that is an excellent question! [like he bothers to remember the price tags on these things.]
[a round, blue character on the television screen unceremoniously transforms into a car and rolls right off the nearest edge-- only to be promptly and inconsequentially dragged back on screen.]
You can't even die properly in this. Put something better on.
That’s the fun of it, Helmet Head. Look-- [a pink character suddenly whips out a thread, snatches the blue character, rolls it into a baseball and gives it a toss. die, foul Waddle Dee!]
[oh no you did not, Xigbar.] ... Don't ever do that again.
It's teamwork, Helmet Head. You can throw me if you want.
[Vanitas doesn't have a civil answer to that; he simply draws his mouth in a line and silently guides his unfortunate character through the sickeningly sweet level as quickly as humanly possible. anything to switch to a better game faster.]
[and luckily for him, it's merely a minute or two before they reach the end of the level. Xigbar's tone is laced with a high amount of accomplishment.]
There. That wasn't so bad, was it?
[Vanitas' scathing comment about Xigbar's character is cut short by a chirping noise that sounds suspiciously like Kirby, but is definitely not coming from the television. both Xigbar and Vanitas turn to stare at the culprit-- the device recording them.]
[ooc; text in Kirby pink! is Xigbar; text in Prince Fluff blue! is Vanitas.]
[sound slowly turns to video as the surroundings come into focus. a half-open door with ambient light shining out is visible. cut to one curious and sentient NV desiring to know more. the feed suddenly brightens as it slips through the doorway of a certain apartment, where two half-people are seated, video game controllers in their hands as they attempt to play a video game that, judging by its appearance, is putting the accompanying music to shame in the cheeriness department.]
[Vanitas is clearly disgruntled.]
How much did you pay for this game? [the "and why?" is implied-- call him the angry teenager who prefers the violent kind of games if he's going to be bothering to play them at all.]
You know, that is an excellent question! [like he bothers to remember the price tags on these things.]
[a round, blue character on the television screen unceremoniously transforms into a car and rolls right off the nearest edge-- only to be promptly and inconsequentially dragged back on screen.]
You can't even die properly in this. Put something better on.
That’s the fun of it, Helmet Head. Look-- [a pink character suddenly whips out a thread, snatches the blue character, rolls it into a baseball and gives it a toss. die, foul Waddle Dee!]
[oh no you did not, Xigbar.] ... Don't ever do that again.
It's teamwork, Helmet Head. You can throw me if you want.
[Vanitas doesn't have a civil answer to that; he simply draws his mouth in a line and silently guides his unfortunate character through the sickeningly sweet level as quickly as humanly possible. anything to switch to a better game faster.]
[and luckily for him, it's merely a minute or two before they reach the end of the level. Xigbar's tone is laced with a high amount of accomplishment.]
There. That wasn't so bad, was it?
[Vanitas' scathing comment about Xigbar's character is cut short by a chirping noise that sounds suspiciously like Kirby, but is definitely not coming from the television. both Xigbar and Vanitas turn to stare at the culprit-- the device recording them.]
[ooc; text in Kirby pink! is Xigbar; text in Prince Fluff blue! is Vanitas.]