Trolling Redux 08: Video [Accidental because everything is accidental with this boy]
[The video comes on to Finny adjusting his new rainbow socks, before pushing his pants down again. He's completely unaware of the PCD being on, which is normal for him. His little Whoozit is sitting on his knee and he's playing with it with his fingers. He knows Lily is gone because it came back to him, and he had left it over with her for the Winter. On top of that Elizabeth left too. Finny is a sad boy, though the angle of the PCD doesn't much catch his face to show this.
He's sitting outside in the snow covered back garden, because the Whoozit's not allowed in the house. He takes the end of his scarf to wrap it around the Whoozit to keep it warm, then his arm disappears in the vicinity of his face, undoubtedly wiping childishly at his eyes, if the little sniffle is any indication]
We told her not to be sad, so we can't be sad, right? She'll come back and if we were sad, she'll know and scold us. Lady Elizabeth would too. We should find some Winter blooms and decorate Lady Elizabeth's room, in case she comes back really quick.
[As the Whoozit barks in agreement, the PCD is covered by a hand as Finny grabs it and shoves it into a pocket; the sound of cloth against PCD echoing as he drags out his gloves after. There's no words after that, only the sound of feet crunching through snow and maybe the occasional sniffle]
He's sitting outside in the snow covered back garden, because the Whoozit's not allowed in the house. He takes the end of his scarf to wrap it around the Whoozit to keep it warm, then his arm disappears in the vicinity of his face, undoubtedly wiping childishly at his eyes, if the little sniffle is any indication]
We told her not to be sad, so we can't be sad, right? She'll come back and if we were sad, she'll know and scold us. Lady Elizabeth would too. We should find some Winter blooms and decorate Lady Elizabeth's room, in case she comes back really quick.
[As the Whoozit barks in agreement, the PCD is covered by a hand as Finny grabs it and shoves it into a pocket; the sound of cloth against PCD echoing as he drags out his gloves after. There's no words after that, only the sound of feet crunching through snow and maybe the occasional sniffle]