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genessia2016-12-10 03:31 am
feckinboomstick) wrote in genessia2016-12-10 03:31 am
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Accidental Video | Action to ANYONE NEAR HIS SHITTY SHOP
[It's uncomfortable, hearing that wheeze from this channel. The communicator seems to have been carelessly swatted to the floor as he passed by it, considering that it caught the tail end of his retreating shape before it slumped heavily into a chair.
He's gray. Grayer than usual, pale blue in the lips and fingers and obviously cold and sick. Clearly, the steaming drink he has, too dark to be any normal blend of tea, isn't doing whatever job he expected it to.
Whatever is going on, his lips haven't stopped moving once, a shaking hand carefully thumbing each and every bead on the rosary. Prayers, probably.
He has some kind of tic. A constant jerk towards the window, as if he heard something from there, before he digs at an ear with his pinky. Tinnitus maybe? Whatever the issue is, the faded glare finally lands on the blinking light of the communicator, and he hurls a book sitting on the table at it, before struggling to get up and shut the stupid thing off]
Dúr, maith do rud ar bith, briste píosa truflais! Éist suas!
He's gray. Grayer than usual, pale blue in the lips and fingers and obviously cold and sick. Clearly, the steaming drink he has, too dark to be any normal blend of tea, isn't doing whatever job he expected it to.
Whatever is going on, his lips haven't stopped moving once, a shaking hand carefully thumbing each and every bead on the rosary. Prayers, probably.
He has some kind of tic. A constant jerk towards the window, as if he heard something from there, before he digs at an ear with his pinky. Tinnitus maybe? Whatever the issue is, the faded glare finally lands on the blinking light of the communicator, and he hurls a book sitting on the table at it, before struggling to get up and shut the stupid thing off]
Dúr, maith do rud ar bith, briste píosa truflais! Éist suas!
Re: [Video]
Don't ye dare send that arse back in here, I'll shoot meself first.
[Video]
[He tries again, calling away from the phone.]
Koooouryuuu!
[No response, Sanzo has well and truly fled. A siiiiigh. And a pout.]
I suppose I'll have to make it, too...
[His son is so cruel, leaving him to his own devices in the kitchen like this.]
Re: [Video]
[Video]
Oh, you're probably right about that.
[Gods are, after all, the biggest assholes in all of existence. Or such is Koumyou's experience, as the Buddhist equivalent to the Pope.]
But I've always been a contrary one! Mah-ahh, perhaps there's something suitable already in the fridge...
[The high priest goes a-rummaging, phone in one hand.]
Re: [Video]
[No one is more aware of the dickish nature of God than Cassian, let him tell you.]
Why the hell are ye botherin' me so about this anyway, I don't know ye from Adam.
[Video]
Well...
[Koumyou considers, pausing in his rummaging.]
I suppose I'm bored. I know! I'll stop by the supermarket and see if they have any soupermarket things to buy! Get it? Souper?
[It amuses Koumyou at least, and that's all he really cares about anyway.]
I'll drop by soon!
Re: [Video]
Ye make that joke again, I'll be dead before you get here.
[Don't even. At least this time he doesn't kick up a fuss about getting company. Despite his pissing and moaning, he doesn't really want to die in here. Death would be something he'd still like to avoid despite it all]