魂 second soul taken. [ accidental video ]
[A particularly strong breeze blisters through the open window, crackling through the communicator's speakers for a moment before receding, the video feed on record; more than likely, while sitting on the windowsill, the gust toppled it over and onto one of its buttons. The lights are off, but the lens is turned just enough to capture the two figures slumbering soundly beneath the bedsheets...]
[Xellos shifts in his sleep, features twitching faintly as he notices the presence behind him and comes to. He glances briefly over his shoulder and then proceeds to flinch momentarily, raise a brow seemingly in disapproval, and attempt to scoot away from the Hellmaster as subtly as possible.
No cigar. Phibrizzo just snuggles closer and clings to the back of his shirt, apparently still out cold. Not amused, Xellos tries to move to the far side of the bed a little less carefully this time, the brat still attached-- and with a stifled yell he topples off the edge of the mattress, bringing the smaller Mazoku along for the ride. Thud.]
... can I have my cloak back?
Say please.
... please may I have my cloak back? I think I'm going to go sleep on the couch.
More bed for me, then.
I'm sure you'll be very comfortable.
Obviously~
[Xellos can be heard grumbling quietly to himself as he heads over to the couch to crash, and the communicator's feed eventually times out on its own.]
(OOC: Purple is Xellos, Blue is Phibrizzo. Drawing is mine.)
[Xellos shifts in his sleep, features twitching faintly as he notices the presence behind him and comes to. He glances briefly over his shoulder and then proceeds to flinch momentarily, raise a brow seemingly in disapproval, and attempt to scoot away from the Hellmaster as subtly as possible.
No cigar. Phibrizzo just snuggles closer and clings to the back of his shirt, apparently still out cold. Not amused, Xellos tries to move to the far side of the bed a little less carefully this time, the brat still attached-- and with a stifled yell he topples off the edge of the mattress, bringing the smaller Mazoku along for the ride. Thud.]
... can I have my cloak back?
Say please.
... please may I have my cloak back? I think I'm going to go sleep on the couch.
More bed for me, then.
I'm sure you'll be very comfortable.
Obviously~
[Xellos can be heard grumbling quietly to himself as he heads over to the couch to crash, and the communicator's feed eventually times out on its own.]
(OOC: Purple is Xellos, Blue is Phibrizzo. Drawing is mine.)