[ The video turns on with a flicker, wobbly and unclear as the Network Device is apparently turned over clumsily a few times-- in a pair of very small hands.
Finally, it stills, and a pair of large, very blue eyes stare down into the screen with utmost curiosity, the eyes of a small child with very fair hair and a very British sound to his words that some of you may perhaps recognize.]
--whatever could it be?
[he wonders aloud, mid-sentence, and taps the screen softly before looking up again to stare around, biting his lip nervously.]
But this isn't my room. However did I...?
[A noise of some sort, maybe just someone walking past outside the door or the completely innocent accidental shift of something or other in room. But the boy starts, almost dropping the Device he still doesn't know is recording.]
Father? Mother?
Clyde?
(OOC: HAVE A BB!RIFF. Responses will be coming from
bittybutler because I have no room for more icons on this journal haha. :D ))