[ The device is shoved up against something-- something blond, something that keeps wiggling and thrashing about until finally, it stills. Vanitas raises up the device then, holding it up at an angle so it’s obvious enough-- he’s sitting on top of Ventus’ back, boots shoved to his shoulders to keep him still and one hand awkwardly pressed to the floor next to one of Ventus’ own. The one that he’s, unfortunately, cuffed to. ]
Get -- [ Ventus snarls as he moves again, desperately trying to get the other off of him. ] -- off!! [ He quiets, though his free hand clings to one of the boots as he makes like a wild horse in a cowboy rodeo and tries to buck Vanitas off - which, obviously doesn’t work because Ventus is not a horse, but it’s strong enough to at least catch Vanitas off balance for half a second, which just causes him to shove his heels harder into Ventus’ shoulders to keep him down. ]
I don’t suppose anyone has a key for this?
How the heck should I know?! [ he hisses, ] I wouldn’t be stuck here with you if I did-- [ and pauses when something dawns on him. ]
Are you - recording this?! You -- Vanitas!! [ His vigor renews as he attempts to roll, now, perhaps hoping that Vanitas will magically fling himself off of him if he does, and awkwardly bends his free arm to grope for the device and swat it out of Vanitas’s hand. It flies far enough, and lands on it’s side a few feet away from them both. Vanitas reaches for it, bending over Ventus while shoving down hard against the top of the other’s head, pushing him into the floor. ]
Idiot-- stop getting in my way.
( ooc; Vanitas and Ventus have been hit with Handcuff Day. Ventus is green, Vanitas is black. Replies will be coming from both of them! )