Seventeenth Frost -- Accidental Video

[icy_heavens]

[When the feed comes on, it’s pretty clear it’s not on purpose. The screen is mostly looking up at the sky, though the corner of it seems to catch something made of ice. Just off screen, a pair of voices can be heard arguing.]

Get off me, stupid.

No. I like it here. You're comfy.

[An indignant huff.] Well, you're not. Move; I can't do anything like this.

You don't have to do anything. Just lay there and stay still. [Sounds of shuffling.] Is that better?

No. You know I hate that. I said get off, Bedwetter.

My bed's been dry for AGES!

Only because you've barely been in it the past two weeks. [A sound like there’s some sort of physical struggle going on.

[And then a thud.] Ow! Shirou-chan, you're being too rough!

[The feed cuts about here, perhaps fortunately.]


[[OOC: Forward-dated to early tomorrow morning because we are horrible people who can't wait. Friends and trolls everywhere come and embarrass them. Hinamori is purple, and Hitsugaya is green. Anyone who gets shown the ice scuplture will see this.]]

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[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

So calm down, ok?

[ He brushes a section of Grell's bangs away from his downcast eyes. ]

[deathknellgrell]

All right.

[ Grell has been exposed to the notorious guilt flu on multiple occasions, and hasn't suffered the first symptom.

But now - he sneezes! ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ Definitely surprised by that sudden sneeze, but he quickly makes the connection. ]

Hm. It is about time.

[deathknellgrell]

Hunh~?

What is--ahCHOO!!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

That you felt some guilt over something.

[deathknellgrell]

I don't--

[ Another paroxysm of sneezes! ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ Hands Grell a handkerchief. ]

[deathknellgrell]

[ Somewhat grudgingly, Grell takes the handkerchief and blows his nose into it, noisily. ]

Don't see what I've got to feel guilty about.

You ought to be the one who's ill!

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

If you recall, I have been sneezing everyday. I am still congested, right now.

[ He sniffs. ]

[deathknellgrell]

A sneeze or two. That's hardly anything, after the way you treated me.

[ Grell shudders, as a chill overtakes him. William's comment about fidelity has made him think about Madam Red. He'd had contact with her, not so long ago.

And never told William. ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ William coughs suddenly. ]

I have apologized numerous times. You accepted my proposal, I assumed you had forgiven me.

[deathknellgrell]

Of course I forgave you. S-silly.

[ This is making Grell feel worse and worse. The sofa starts to look awfully inviting. He sits down. ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

Do not forgive me and then reprimand me for not feeling guilty enough in the same breath. I am opening myself up to you more than I have ever bothered with anyone else.

[deathknellgrell]

[ Sitting down swiftly becomes lying down. ]

Mmmm. You're right. You have. I'm sorry.

[ Even in this apology, he's not really apologising. He can't beg forgiveness, because he'll never tell. He shuts his eyes, pretending to sleep. ]

[gtfo_mypersonalspace]

[ This nap is coming from seemingly nowhere. William sits down in the space above Grell's head. ]

Are you honestly feeling that badly over something?