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May 23rd, 2012 03:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
uncertaintyUhh...
[ 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. ]
( cut for length! )
[ 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. ]
( cut for length! )
