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acatalepsy_rpg2018-09-07 03:34 pm
fuck1ngusernam3) wrote in acatalepsy_rpg2018-09-07 03:34 pm
video | dated at the very end of week one
[The video opens on a patch of dirt, a leg stretched out along one edge of the screen. Next to the leg a number of very small muddy spots map out a connect-the-dots picture that more creative minds - or just anyone who's ever been a bored teenager - might recognize as a sort-of accurate depiction of one particular x-rated body part. A voice, cracking and hoarse like it has to drag itself over gravel to get its words out, starts speaking immediately.]
Hey, you know what makes me-
[His coughing is harsh and wet but it's only a few seconds before it stops. Hank mutters a curse under his breath, just audible, and hacks up a loogie, spitting it so it lands just so off the end of the art in the dirt next to him. The dirt there goes wet and dark, and with this artistic rendering of a drop of splooge, his masterpiece is complete. When he leans back the camera's in a different position; in the opposite corner from the dirt the screen shows the massive head of a Saint Bernard, taking up a good part of the screen and the majority of Hank's lap.]
You know what makes me feel better when I'm feeling like shit? Bitching about it. Let's bitch, guys. Tell me how shitty you've got it right now. It's not like anyone's got anything else to do here, right? I mean, not unless someone can get this big furry boulder to unglue itself from my lap. I'd have something to do if he'd just play. Look, watch this, it's pathetic.
Hey, Sumo. Fetch.
[Anyone with motion sickness might want to look away; the screen jerks around wildly as the arm with the camera on it moves to grab a rock and hold it in the air like Hank's going to throw it. Then the screen goes still again as Hank has to lean forward to cough, his dog's big, placid face now taking up the whole view. Sumo gives a single low whuff, lifts his head, and apparently settles himself right over the camera because the screen goes dark. There's the muffled sound of Hank cursing, trying to say Sumo's name between coughs, and then nothing as Hank manages to work his other hand under Sumo's jaw and shut the recording off.]
Hey, you know what makes me-
[His coughing is harsh and wet but it's only a few seconds before it stops. Hank mutters a curse under his breath, just audible, and hacks up a loogie, spitting it so it lands just so off the end of the art in the dirt next to him. The dirt there goes wet and dark, and with this artistic rendering of a drop of splooge, his masterpiece is complete. When he leans back the camera's in a different position; in the opposite corner from the dirt the screen shows the massive head of a Saint Bernard, taking up a good part of the screen and the majority of Hank's lap.]
You know what makes me feel better when I'm feeling like shit? Bitching about it. Let's bitch, guys. Tell me how shitty you've got it right now. It's not like anyone's got anything else to do here, right? I mean, not unless someone can get this big furry boulder to unglue itself from my lap. I'd have something to do if he'd just play. Look, watch this, it's pathetic.
Hey, Sumo. Fetch.
[Anyone with motion sickness might want to look away; the screen jerks around wildly as the arm with the camera on it moves to grab a rock and hold it in the air like Hank's going to throw it. Then the screen goes still again as Hank has to lean forward to cough, his dog's big, placid face now taking up the whole view. Sumo gives a single low whuff, lifts his head, and apparently settles himself right over the camera because the screen goes dark. There's the muffled sound of Hank cursing, trying to say Sumo's name between coughs, and then nothing as Hank manages to work his other hand under Sumo's jaw and shut the recording off.]
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[Nudging, moving to slouch over finally on the ground while taking up most of the space the blanket has, bundling in his own blanket again, Noct just plays with one of Sumo's paws since he is still in reach.]
Plus I've sort of got a career all sorted out.
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Oh, well, good for you, I guess? Not a lot of kids do even at like, twenty. I mean I did, but I was kind of weird that way.
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Hesitating for a long moment, only thinking of the various ways he could say as much, Noct shifts to turn his head up just enough to look at Hank, something cheeky in his eye even as he keeps his expression even.]
Yeah? What's yours?
[Made for his career, born to be king, how does someone even just say that? And does he want to say as much, when he knows he's not well and he runs his mouth more than he thought he would. Maybe it's just that he reminds him of his dad. Maybe Noct is just lonely, despite so many people around.]
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Cop. Detective, for the last few years. My mom kinda really wanted me to pick somethin early, so uh. I did.
[Then he looks back, and his lips twitch up in a little smile.]
They got those where you're from, right? Or is it all royal guards and fancy magic dudes waving around big phallic staffs and shit?