Video 03 → This Isn't Funny, By The Way

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[This is supposed to be filtered from Youji and Loki. It's not.]

[Ken is in his bedroom. The room is dark save for the light provided by a desk lamp, and he sits cross-legged on the bed dressed in an oversized sweater and jeans. Despite the heavy clothing and the hunched posture it's quite obvious that something is off, and it's not just the bruises and band-aids.]

Um. This happens a lot, right? And it wears off?

['This' being the bit where Ken is quite clearly a girl, and nobody's yet told her there are limits to the sins an oversized sweater can disguise. Clearly the bruises aren't the half of it. As to exactly how this happened, suffice it to say that Ken is not exactly Loki's number one fan right now...

[She looks guiltily about herself for no readily explicable reason, then relaxes.]

... how long does it take?

Comments

[slantedcross.livejournal.com]

Then you should have called me, Ken. I told you I was going to call Naoya.

And they were provoking you. People like them try to get you worked up because they think it's funny, and you are entirely too easy for them to work with.

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

Okay, so I'm an idiot then. Thanks, next time tell me something I don't know.

[slantedcross.livejournal.com]

You're not an idiot.

[Beat. You know there's a catch, right?]

You are stupid, reckless, hotheaded, and completely unable to think before you act, though.

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

Oh go to Hell, Youji. Don't you think I know this was all my fault?

[slantedcross.livejournal.com]

Just making sure my bases are covered.

Although, even I'll allow that Loki was out of line.

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

That's real big of you, man. Thanks.

[Yes, she sounds sore. Both in the literal sense of the word and the figurative one. Sighing, she lets herself collapse back against the pillows again, staring up at the ceiling for a while.]

So, what happens now?

[slantedcross.livejournal.com]

I don't even know. Preferably, you'll stay put for a while and not get into worse trouble. Where are you, my place or Omi's?

[The interior of both are pretty similar.]

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

[She blinks, nearly dropping the Dreamberry.]

Wait, you don't know where I am?!

... yours.

Sena brought me here.

[slantedcross.livejournal.com]

I knew that, obviously, I just didn't know if you'd left or not.