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video; give or take a half hour after rhys' post
Heya, cavebros!
[A little wave! Hadrielites new and old, you're treated to a tattooed, more-enthusiastic-than-she-should-be redhead. She looks somewhat casual today, apart from the shotgun resting innocently across her lap, and is seated on her apartment's couch as if they weren't all facing imminent zombie-related terrors.]
Ignore Hyperion just now. Obviously, someone's been hitting whatever gross bathtub stash he and his weirdo roommate keep stocked: he's not aware that we're in the middle of a friggin' zombie apocalypse.
[hoo. anyway. Lilith huffs, rolling her eyes, and cocks her shotgun.]
I have a couple things I wanna propose to you guys, since nobody's gonna beat my Ms. Pac-Man score. Ever. [Yes, that IS a challenge.] I'm in my spire and getting bored of window-sniping zombies, so is anybody down for a rousing game of... I'unno, tabletop? I remember the rules well enough that we can use the boards and dice I salvaged from the stupid board games that the gods dropped all over the place. Either that or we can have a zombie-shooting party on the roof! It'll be fine. We can light some of 'em up-- that'll be sweet, right?
[Suddenly, there's an ominous groaning and shuffling from the other side of the room: Lilith, swearing under her breath, fires her gun at something off-camera that crumples with a resounding thump. She makes a little sound of disgust before setting her gun back down.]
Ugh. I wanted to keep that one, too... Maybe wait to come over 'till I throw this guy out the window.
[The camera briefly pans to a now-truly-dead undead she'd....kept tied up????? in the???? corner???? lilith wtf.... before she cuts the feed.]
[A little wave! Hadrielites new and old, you're treated to a tattooed, more-enthusiastic-than-she-should-be redhead. She looks somewhat casual today, apart from the shotgun resting innocently across her lap, and is seated on her apartment's couch as if they weren't all facing imminent zombie-related terrors.]
Ignore Hyperion just now. Obviously, someone's been hitting whatever gross bathtub stash he and his weirdo roommate keep stocked: he's not aware that we're in the middle of a friggin' zombie apocalypse.
[hoo. anyway. Lilith huffs, rolling her eyes, and cocks her shotgun.]
I have a couple things I wanna propose to you guys, since nobody's gonna beat my Ms. Pac-Man score. Ever. [Yes, that IS a challenge.] I'm in my spire and getting bored of window-sniping zombies, so is anybody down for a rousing game of... I'unno, tabletop? I remember the rules well enough that we can use the boards and dice I salvaged from the stupid board games that the gods dropped all over the place. Either that or we can have a zombie-shooting party on the roof! It'll be fine. We can light some of 'em up-- that'll be sweet, right?
[Suddenly, there's an ominous groaning and shuffling from the other side of the room: Lilith, swearing under her breath, fires her gun at something off-camera that crumples with a resounding thump. She makes a little sound of disgust before setting her gun back down.]
Ugh. I wanted to keep that one, too... Maybe wait to come over 'till I throw this guy out the window.
[The camera briefly pans to a now-truly-dead undead she'd....kept tied up????? in the???? corner???? lilith wtf.... before she cuts the feed.]
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[ not for her sake but because it's a PUBLIC NETWORK POST ]
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No way! [he grins] It's true, anyway. [waggling his eyebrows like a little shit and nudging Hermann's ankle under the table with his toes--before his grin widens once he notices Lilith's selfie]
We totally gotta send her a selfie back.
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[ Pointedly moving his ankle out of reach. Though he's still disproportionately pleased (he's competitive with Newton, of course, but it likely wouldn't have gotten this bad with someone else if not for her attitude), he's more than capable of the stuffy veneer, the reflexive disapproval of that comment.
Pause.
Aha. ]
...However, if you delete that comment, I'll allow it.
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Fine. But only if I get to put my arms around your shoulders in the picture. [:>]
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A selfie photo of such a nature would be just as bad, or worse, than the comment. ]
One arm.
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[ Rolling his eyes. It would be more amusing if he could instead hold up a still higher score, but he would need more time than Newton's immediate selfie initiative would allow. ]
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The gesture crossed the threshold. Hermann taps at his phone, pulling up the display. He'd also probably pose absurdly like THE CURRENT ICON if Newton doesn't stop him skfmsdlf
Though born in '89, Ms. Pac-Man had been a determined, illicit part of his childhood.
Selfies he had never gotten into (or approved of). ]
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Oh, come on, Hermann. You're allowed to look as smug as I know you are about kicking her ass.
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[ As if reciprocation somehow cancelled his own attitude out.
Perhaps realizing the absurdity of that argument, he does relax, leaning a touch into Newton's arm as he does. He does not, however, smile, so much as raise his eyebrows and look entirely unimpressed. ]
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really
it's perfect.]
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OFF NETWORK, ACTION please tell us to stop now danni
[ Sometimes, when they are truly only two, he permits certain of the diminutives without fuss. He would here, but that kiss and snap, thus beginning his protest.
He lunges, too slowly, then jerks to his feet, grabbing the table to accelerate it. ]
You cannot send that one!
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That second one's for me.
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...Fine.
[ His tone, too, softer. Only just. Hermann sinks back into the chair, ducking his head toward his phone, the tips of his ears pink, his lips thinning, pulled against his teeth, suppressing something. ]
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....And deleting that comment.]