[ it starts with just the view of Akira’s sleeping form, resting comfortably on his bed. starts with that, until Agito’s hands come into view from the side, holding tight onto on a bucket of water and turning it around in his hold to dump it’s entire contents right onto Akira’s face. ]
[which goes as well as one would expect-- the second the water makes contact, Akira shoots up into a seated position, coughing and looking frantic while his eyes manage to settle on the culprit.]
What the hell, Agito?!
[ there’s only a snicker in reply, before the feed’s shutting off--
-- and going back on a few seconds later, this time pointing at a sleeping Kazu. the same scenario all over again. Kazu, sleeping there innocently. Agito’s hands holding onto a bucket, and dumping the ice cold water down onto his face. ]
[ --veering slightly off-script, perhaps, when the subject bolts up, kicking his ice-sodden blankets in the direction of the tiny downpour before he blinks in fuzzed outrage. ]
Shit, I didn’t-- [ …............... ] Are you recording this?
[ ooc; firebrick is Akira, dark red is Kazu. forward dated to the morning of the 25th! ]