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[The sound starts before anything can be seen clearly in the video, the screen partially blocked by the fingers holding the device. There's yelling. Lots of it in fact, and very creative insults.]
Let me go you rust bucket! I’m gonna shove your pistons up your fuel port when I get free! Frigging rusting Imp clanker!
I told you, you smell.
[Kay’s voice is that of a parent who had this argument too many times to count before and has reached the point of giving fucks in negative digits. There's more yelling, some frantic noise and then the sound of water splashing followed by an angry shriek.
The screen shifts until Kay comes to view. He's covered head to toe in different colorful graffiti. Anarchist slogans, symbols, crude caricatures, complaints against the Republic and Empire, and bright stains are scattered all over his black frame.
He's in the bathroom of his shared house with Cassian, who had been turned a kid after eating one of these strange eggs. Next to him, inside the bathtub and still fully clothed, teenage Cassian is still yelling at him and even throwing the occasional shampoo bottle at his head. The droid pays him no mind.]
Does anybody know how to wash off spraypaint from durasteel?
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Do you have any advice about how to deal with boys? [Since bitty Cassian is still being difficult.]
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Don't treat him like an idiot would probably be number one.
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Oh, I'm not treating him like an idiot. But he is a small menace.
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Maybe don't call him a menace?
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Did you miss what he did to me? [Kay points at his vandalized frame, full of graffiti.]
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Do you like explosions?
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And yeah, of course.
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[Oh.
OH!]
I didn't think of that! It's a good idea, I should go see if I can find one of those eggs.
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[Mels counts herself as an adult so...]
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