Seventh Killing Spirit 〰 [Accidental Video]
[A nice clean living room is broadcasting, showing a couch and a coffee table, and the edge of a TV. Upon the Coffee table is a gathering of legos and a somewhat elaborate diorama of an ocean and lands of some sort as well as a toy horse. There are a few clothes hanging by the window to dry, despite it not being open. It's too cold for that. The bizarre thing about all of this might not be noticeable to just anyone, but those who know him or have been in his apartment may recognize the clothes hanging up belong to America.
That's right. This clean apartment is America's.
Scared yet?
Don't worry. The world hasn't ended. You've not been drugged and you're not hallucinating.
There is the sound of footsteps for a moment before Tatsumi is seen, wearing a dark apron that he is borrowing from the Northern Lights, and is holding a few folded towels. Off screen he goes again for a few moments, where a cupboard door can be heard opening and closing, before he crosses back and flops onto the couch.
SNAP!
Tatsumi falls sideways and rolls down the couch as it tilts. As soon as he can, he jumps to his feet and darts his eyes around in shock. The werepire relaxes when he realizes it was simply the poor abused couch's leg finally giving away.]
Oh.
Oops.
I guess I forgot about that...
[He sighs a bit tiredly before adjusting his apron and walking off screen again.]
That's right. This clean apartment is America's.
Scared yet?
Don't worry. The world hasn't ended. You've not been drugged and you're not hallucinating.
There is the sound of footsteps for a moment before Tatsumi is seen, wearing a dark apron that he is borrowing from the Northern Lights, and is holding a few folded towels. Off screen he goes again for a few moments, where a cupboard door can be heard opening and closing, before he crosses back and flops onto the couch.
SNAP!
Tatsumi falls sideways and rolls down the couch as it tilts. As soon as he can, he jumps to his feet and darts his eyes around in shock. The werepire relaxes when he realizes it was simply the poor abused couch's leg finally giving away.]
Oh.
Oops.
I guess I forgot about that...
[He sighs a bit tiredly before adjusting his apron and walking off screen again.]