002 {Video} Backdated to the afternoon of Dec. 24

[failedparenting]

[The feed shows the inside of Mary and John's apartment, all homey looking and Christmassy. The broadcast is clearly accidental, video slightly off kilter and pointed toward a fairly unremarkable Christmas tree. The video seems to have caught in them middle of an argument. Once in a while a stray arm or fraction of head comes into frame, but for

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action;

[refrigeratormom]

And listen, if you complain about the wallpaper one more time...

[It's Enochian you putz and it wouldn't be necessary if you didn't threaten to murder the Devil in the face.]

Re: action;

[failedparenting]

[In his defense, the Devil deserved it.

Also, ignoring you to hang the wreath on the wall. In the living room. Isn't that nice?]

>:|

[refrigeratormom]

[Enjoy being whipped on the ass with a damp dish towel, then. Hard.]

UGH WHY ARE THEY SO NORMAL

[failedparenting]

[He must be getting so soft, because that actually surprises him. He jumps, and the wreath clatters to the floor.

He turns on her and fixes her with a look, halfway between amusement and annoyance.]

The hell was that for?

IT'S SO CUTE EEEEE

[refrigeratormom]

[How can you be annoyed at this face? There's nothing to be annoyed at here. Just a girl drying her hands. Really. Promise.]

What?

I just cannot handle them

[failedparenting]

[Not buying it.]

You're playing with fire, I hope you know that.

[John leans down to get the wreath, but he keeps a eye on Mary.]

:3

[refrigeratormom]

You like it.

[Whip.]

[failedparenting]

[He smirks and turns back to hanging the wreath.]

In the middle of the day, babe? Really? I'm up for it, but don't you have to cook dinner?

[refrigeratormom]

You didn't just try to send me to the kitchen.

[Whipcrack.]

Quick, I need happee

[failedparenting]

No, I tried to send you to the bedroom. Obviously it didn't work.

[All of the cocky grins ever.

Oh look, he's done hanging the wreath. No, doesn't that look nice and Christmassy? Martha Stewart would be proud.]

[refrigeratormom]

[So beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the sound of the wet towel whip-cracking against his hands.

Hands are sensitive. Isn't that a thing.]

[failedparenting]

Ow-dammit Mary! Okay, that's it.

[You play with fire, Mary, and you get burned. John grabs the towel out of her hands, and brandishes it like a deadly weapon.]

Go on. Try me.