poly_chromatic | accidental video:

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mama - victoria desange

accidental video:

[The device is upside down. The room it shows belongs to someone who really loves to draw. There are pictures everywhere that were clearly drawn by a kid and said child is offscreen somewhere, coughing a lot.]

Ugh.

[She doesn't like this at all. Bare feet rush past the device, more coughing and some sneezing thrown in for good measure and a tin of colored pencils hits the floor. The owner of the pencils and the aforementioned feet appears on camera long enough to clean up the mess before they disappear again.

For a moment.

Victoria's face appears on screen and this time, it's clear she's aware the device turned on.

She's paler than usual and looks tired, hair a mess and her nose is a bit red from frequent contact with a tissue.

Quietly, she reaches over with one multi-colored hand and switches the feed off but not before there's another fit of coughing from a kid who quite obviously has a cold.

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((It was beautiful.))

[Victoria flops on the floor near the device, moving over to look at who is talking to her.

Hello, new face. She studies him carefully as she does everyone, tempted to move away and just not talk but he asked an important question.]

Mister Fletcher is coming home.

((It really was! Rarely do I genuinely love horror movie characters and hope they come out alright. Victoria and Lilly are also interesting choices for main characters; well-written feral (or half-feral) characters are the best! ♥ ~~Right, back to tagging.~~))

[Naoi is half-relieved she won't be alone, half-suspicious.]

... and— is he a doctor? Someone you know... can you trust this person?

[He can't make out much, his vision blurring too frequently, but he can tell she's young: even younger than he was. Naoi is hardly what anyone could call compassionate: he took pleasure in others' suffering, bloodshed and violence didn't faze him, but he didn't like seeing someone sick. Maybe it was tied up in self-preservation rather than kindness, but for whatever reason, he couldn't ignore her.]

He's my friend.

[Victoria rolls onto her back and frowns at the ceiling. She's focused on willing her stomach to cooperate for a moment. Be right with you.]

What's your name?

You call your friend Mister? [That strikes him as strange; aren't foreigners more casual than that?]

... Naoi.

[He stops to clear his throat.]

It's Naoi Ayato.

Who're you?

He's a grown-up.

[This explains everything, in her opinion.]

Victoria Desange.

... [Aaaand he doesn't want to leave her alone with a grown-up who isn't family or a doctor because he's suspicious. Maybe he should just keep talking to her even when this guy shows up.]

Bi...Biku-toria. [The name doesn't exactly roll off his tongue, but it's still understandable.] Got it.

How long...'ve you been here? Haven't seen you before.

Just a couple weeks.

You?

A little over three months.

I didn't— [Another cough.] Think this place would take in someone so young... [Never mind that he looks like he's in his early-to-mid-teens, at least he's old enough to fend for himself. This he finds rather cruel.]

That's a long time.

[Cue mildly worried face. And then some coughing of her own.]

It's fine, there's nothing for me to— return to. [His throat is getting kind of dry, speaking is becoming a little troublesome.]

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[Video-ish: late, I apologize. ^^;]