Dreams 010 | Video

[foreseen_future]

[The video blips on. Pull back. Someone is lounging upside down over the back of a bench in the Wonderland District. She's wearing a thin, blue nightgown that normally goes just past mid-thigh, so there's a little more leg showing than normal. White, luxurious hair spills over the side of the bench and blue, minx eyes look sleepily into the camera

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[Voice]

[claim_my_place]

A week?

[Something about this seems familiar.]

[claim_my_place]

[Uh-oh. Well he's hanging around by the beach.]

[foreseen_future]

There you are!

[angry, deep and throaty voice from above.]

Action; 1/2

[claim_my_place]

[Was actually not expecting this. At all.]

Action; 2/2 hi lj

[claim_my_place]

[But something finally clicks as he looks up in the direction of the voice.]

...It was you.

actionforeva

[foreseen_future]

And I'm still pissed!

[zips down and grabs him by the shoulders.]

actionforeva

[claim_my_place]

Let go!

[She's got a good hold on him, but he's not going down without a struggle.]

you on plurk?

[foreseen_future]

You're a real hot-head. How about... [now flying over water.] ...a little swim to cool you down!

[at this point, she drops him in the water.]

circadia; also now I copy-pasta sorry.

[claim_my_place]

Dammit, I'm not going to--!! [Asch is still trying to dislodge himself from Nura's grip, but it's not working quite so well. Within moments he's making waves.]

[Actually he just comes sputtering back up to the surface a while later, weighing a good deal more than normal thanks to robes + seawater absorption, and with a mouthful of it, too. Brb choking.]

it's okay!

[foreseen_future]

You done?

[floating in sitting position above you.]

[claim_my_place]

[Apparently not. After throwing an angry glare at Nura over his shoulder, Asch hauls himself to shallower waters, sloshing heavily through the foam. Periodically he brings a hand over his mouth when he feels another coughing fit coming on and tries not to retch. ...This is pathetic. How could he get like this...? But finally he stops, straight-backed, rigid...trying to salvage his dignity even though he's standing there drenched and dripping from hair to boots. It's not really working.]

Why are you doing this? ...Not now. Before. That was you the other night.

[foreseen_future]

I was helping out Natalia.

[claim_my_place]

[Busies himself with brushing that mess out of his eyes. He doesn't seem to hear at first, but after a moment he responds quietly.]

...I see.

[foreseen_future]

I mean, I love Natalia to bits, but she really needs to work on her self-confidence.

[claim_my_place]

Fear of rejection.

[foreseen_future]

No, no. That's your problem.