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sirenspull2012-05-23 03:40 am
uncertainty) wrote in sirenspull2012-05-23 03:40 am
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video. 02.
Uhh...
[ This video thing is so weird. Tavros isn't used to it. So much so that he's not looking at the camera when he talks, instead fixing his gaze directly at the screen. He pauses before continuing to fuss with his (now poorly styled) mohawk and rub the palms of his hands at the bags under his eyes. He looks kind of terrible, then again, a lot of people currently do. ]
I guess now, a lot of people are getting, really sick. And, I, uhh, hope that you're doing well. [ He swipes a hand over his forehead, letting his hands flop back onto his lap. ] And not, getting sicker, as that would be a, step in the wrong direction, to my well wishes.
So, uhh...
[ And there's a loud crash in the background. ] Pupa, you were supposed to get something to eat for dinner!
[ Tavros winces and looks over his shoulder, hands dropping to the arms of his chair. ] I thought that it was, your night?
When I ask you to do something, you shouldn't sit around and mull it over. You should do it, Tavros. That's how friendship works! [ A slam. She gets louder with audible footsteps. ] Or that's how this whole thing is supposed to work. What are you even doing? [ Vriska puts her hand on the back of his chair, leaning over his shoulder to look in at the camera feed. ]
[ He leans back slightly to look up at her, a nervous grin spreading across his face. ] But, you didn't. [ Not that it matters, he looks back down and gestures towards the camera. ] I was just, wishing the, uh, not so fortunate, better health.
[ Vriska just rolls her eyes. ] It's not our fault their immune systems suck. Like yours, I guess.
Yes, but, we're in this together so... [ An uncomfortable shift. ] Do you still want me to go out, because, I can.
Yes! All you've been doing is sitting around all day! [ She stands up straight, pushing his chair--and him with it. ] So stop being a lazy ass and do something productive for once, Pupa. Being "sick" isn't an excuse. Look at me, I'm perfectly healthy!
[ There's an audible slap as his hands hit to table to keep the edge from digging in. There's a bit of a wheeze and he shuts his eyes, pushing himself out a bit. ] Okay. What do you, want?
[ And a pause on Vriska's end. ] I want something sweet and juicy.
That doesn't really, tell me anything. [ But sigh ] I'll go, then.
[ She crosses her arms. ] That's what I like to hear. Stop catering to your own weaknesses, Tavros, and make yourself useful! That's the only way you're going to be something more than lame.
[ he pushes back a little more forcefully and gives himself ample room to stand. If he had pupils they would be rolling. The network post is long forgotten. ] Right. [ It's pretty dismissive. And then he gets up.
It's fine for about two steps, no matter how he sways. Seriously, he gets away from the chair and off camera and all is looking pretty good.
And then there's just a very loud thud. ]
[ And despite the fact that she just sent him on his death walk, Vriska is visibly shaken. ] Tavros?!
[ She pokes him with her foot. ] C'mon, get up! Don't be such a faker! Mr. Fakey McFakerson.
[ ...Yeah, that lasts for a couple seconds. ] ...Pupa?
[ Oh. The floor is really nice and cool and he's really content to become acquainted with it. He could human-marry this floor, he pities it so much. This floor is dusty and downtrodden and he's one hundred percent for helping it fix up all it's faults. He's face first and he's pretty sure his horn scored a nasty mark in the floor, but that's okay, they can get over that.
Except once he comes to (and finishes coughing) he just makes a groggy request. ] Shut the feed off, please. [ And there's a secondary thunk as his head hits the floor again. ] I think, I'm going to stay here, for a while.
[ Did Vriska actually look worried? No, of course not! You saw nothing, nothing at all. Vriska Serket does not fret over stupid things like lame boys falling over.
There's a long pause, before she breaks into laughter. It's not cruel, but not particularly nice, either. ]
Oh my god, Pupa! What is wrong with you?
[ She gropes for the device. ]
If I didn't know any better, I'd say you did that on purpose just to get me t--
[ Click. ]
[ This video thing is so weird. Tavros isn't used to it. So much so that he's not looking at the camera when he talks, instead fixing his gaze directly at the screen. He pauses before continuing to fuss with his (now poorly styled) mohawk and rub the palms of his hands at the bags under his eyes. He looks kind of terrible, then again, a lot of people currently do. ]
I guess now, a lot of people are getting, really sick. And, I, uhh, hope that you're doing well. [ He swipes a hand over his forehead, letting his hands flop back onto his lap. ] And not, getting sicker, as that would be a, step in the wrong direction, to my well wishes.
So, uhh...
[ And there's a loud crash in the background. ] Pupa, you were supposed to get something to eat for dinner!
[ Tavros winces and looks over his shoulder, hands dropping to the arms of his chair. ] I thought that it was, your night?
When I ask you to do something, you shouldn't sit around and mull it over. You should do it, Tavros. That's how friendship works! [ A slam. She gets louder with audible footsteps. ] Or that's how this whole thing is supposed to work. What are you even doing? [ Vriska puts her hand on the back of his chair, leaning over his shoulder to look in at the camera feed. ]
[ He leans back slightly to look up at her, a nervous grin spreading across his face. ] But, you didn't. [ Not that it matters, he looks back down and gestures towards the camera. ] I was just, wishing the, uh, not so fortunate, better health.
[ Vriska just rolls her eyes. ] It's not our fault their immune systems suck. Like yours, I guess.
Yes, but, we're in this together so... [ An uncomfortable shift. ] Do you still want me to go out, because, I can.
Yes! All you've been doing is sitting around all day! [ She stands up straight, pushing his chair--and him with it. ] So stop being a lazy ass and do something productive for once, Pupa. Being "sick" isn't an excuse. Look at me, I'm perfectly healthy!
[ There's an audible slap as his hands hit to table to keep the edge from digging in. There's a bit of a wheeze and he shuts his eyes, pushing himself out a bit. ] Okay. What do you, want?
[ And a pause on Vriska's end. ] I want something sweet and juicy.
That doesn't really, tell me anything. [ But sigh ] I'll go, then.
[ She crosses her arms. ] That's what I like to hear. Stop catering to your own weaknesses, Tavros, and make yourself useful! That's the only way you're going to be something more than lame.
[ he pushes back a little more forcefully and gives himself ample room to stand. If he had pupils they would be rolling. The network post is long forgotten. ] Right. [ It's pretty dismissive. And then he gets up.
It's fine for about two steps, no matter how he sways. Seriously, he gets away from the chair and off camera and all is looking pretty good.
And then there's just a very loud thud. ]
[ And despite the fact that she just sent him on his death walk, Vriska is visibly shaken. ] Tavros?!
[ She pokes him with her foot. ] C'mon, get up! Don't be such a faker! Mr. Fakey McFakerson.
[ ...Yeah, that lasts for a couple seconds. ] ...Pupa?
[ Oh. The floor is really nice and cool and he's really content to become acquainted with it. He could human-marry this floor, he pities it so much. This floor is dusty and downtrodden and he's one hundred percent for helping it fix up all it's faults. He's face first and he's pretty sure his horn scored a nasty mark in the floor, but that's okay, they can get over that.
Except once he comes to (and finishes coughing) he just makes a groggy request. ] Shut the feed off, please. [ And there's a secondary thunk as his head hits the floor again. ] I think, I'm going to stay here, for a while.
[ Did Vriska actually look worried? No, of course not! You saw nothing, nothing at all. Vriska Serket does not fret over stupid things like lame boys falling over.
There's a long pause, before she breaks into laughter. It's not cruel, but not particularly nice, either. ]
Oh my god, Pupa! What is wrong with you?
[ She gropes for the device. ]
If I didn't know any better, I'd say you did that on purpose just to get me t--
[ Click. ]
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ok this ones not my fault
did he break anything
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is he breathing