oo2. [accidental video post]
[The video feed clicks on as the communicator drops to the floor and bounces once, twice, before resting on a dusty wood floor. The view is of the bottom of a bar, old bar stools in front of it and off to the side, an old stained couch can be seen.]
[It's silent for a moment before there's a loud thud and a yelp.]
OW! Dammit, Smoker! What the hell?!
Don't what the hell me, brat. You were the one who tackled me in the first place.
[There's more crashes and thuds and muffled yells. It sounds like a fight.]
[And then... two figures roll into view of the camera. One's all tan and black and red, the other white and grey and pale. And they go end over end, tumbling across the barroom floor, crashing into walls and furniture, hissing and spitting all the while. Smoke and sparks fly everywhere as the pair flop all over the floor like a pair of beached fish. A golden green spark shoots across the room and lands on the couch, igniting a small flame, unbeknownst the the two that roll out of the frame the way they came.]
What, you're saying this is my fault?!
Yes, brat, that's exactly what I'm saying. You and your damn stomach.
I was hungry! And you were hogging the food!
It wasn't fully cooked yet, you idiot!!
[There's one final, loud thud and then silence. The couch continues to burn, fire spreading.]
[A pause.]
[It's the calm before the storm.]
GODDAMMIT, PORTGAS! YOU LIT THE COUCH ON FIRE!
[Smoke blasts into the room and the video feed cuts abruptly.]
[Boys.]
[It's silent for a moment before there's a loud thud and a yelp.]
OW! Dammit, Smoker! What the hell?!
Don't what the hell me, brat. You were the one who tackled me in the first place.
[There's more crashes and thuds and muffled yells. It sounds like a fight.]
[And then... two figures roll into view of the camera. One's all tan and black and red, the other white and grey and pale. And they go end over end, tumbling across the barroom floor, crashing into walls and furniture, hissing and spitting all the while. Smoke and sparks fly everywhere as the pair flop all over the floor like a pair of beached fish. A golden green spark shoots across the room and lands on the couch, igniting a small flame, unbeknownst the the two that roll out of the frame the way they came.]
What, you're saying this is my fault?!
Yes, brat, that's exactly what I'm saying. You and your damn stomach.
I was hungry! And you were hogging the food!
It wasn't fully cooked yet, you idiot!!
[There's one final, loud thud and then silence. The couch continues to burn, fire spreading.]
[A pause.]
[It's the calm before the storm.]
GODDAMMIT, PORTGAS! YOU LIT THE COUCH ON FIRE!
[Smoke blasts into the room and the video feed cuts abruptly.]
[Boys.]