.v. | Video | December 24th | Early Afternoon
{Yako smiles brightly at the camera, full of holiday cheer despite the now slightly purple-greenish-yellow bruise painted across one cheek.}
Hey! So, Christmas is tomorrow and--
{She's interrupted by the sound of something tumblong to the floor and a low, triumphant bark somewhere off-screen. She turns, eyes widening in horror and a second later she's bolting off the couch, leaving only her voice to be recorded.}
Kerberos, no! Bad dog, you can't eat that!
{She drifts back into view, backpedalling and holding a thankfully saran-wrapped plate of brownies over her head. A huge black Newfoundland follows her, whining pitifully and nosing at her stomach beseechingly. He even jumps up, placing his forepaws on her shoulders and forcing her to stumble backwards a few steps.}
Oh come on, I'll feed you again! You just can't have this, it'll make you sick! And watch it, I'll get scolded if I tear my stitches...
{She gently pushes him back with a knee, twisting around to look at the camera again.}
Um, as you can see, I got a dog. I made a little too many sweets while I was putting together gifts for people though, and a lot of it has chocolate. Kerberos-kun here is big enough that I've been having trouble keeping him out of it, so would anybody like to take a couple plates off my hands? You'd be doing me a big favor.
Hey! So, Christmas is tomorrow and--
{She's interrupted by the sound of something tumblong to the floor and a low, triumphant bark somewhere off-screen. She turns, eyes widening in horror and a second later she's bolting off the couch, leaving only her voice to be recorded.}
Kerberos, no! Bad dog, you can't eat that!
{She drifts back into view, backpedalling and holding a thankfully saran-wrapped plate of brownies over her head. A huge black Newfoundland follows her, whining pitifully and nosing at her stomach beseechingly. He even jumps up, placing his forepaws on her shoulders and forcing her to stumble backwards a few steps.}
Oh come on, I'll feed you again! You just can't have this, it'll make you sick! And watch it, I'll get scolded if I tear my stitches...
{She gently pushes him back with a knee, twisting around to look at the camera again.}
Um, as you can see, I got a dog. I made a little too many sweets while I was putting together gifts for people though, and a lot of it has chocolate. Kerberos-kun here is big enough that I've been having trouble keeping him out of it, so would anybody like to take a couple plates off my hands? You'd be doing me a big favor.