Case 219 [Accidental Video]

[manofgnee]

[Poor Hanna. He looks tired as he sits on his couch, gently rocking what appears to be a small throw pillow shaped like a dinosaur in his arms, humming to it quietly. Of note is the fact that the dino pillow is wearing a poorly wrapped diaper.]

That's it, Trevor, that's a good boy...rock a bye, baby, on the tree tops...

[He closes his eyes and smiles, continuing to sing lullabies to the pillow. After a while, he sighs happily, getting up and moving out of the room.]

Finally...g'nite, kiddo...Daddy loves you...

[ooc: Poor, poor Hanna. Curse is It’s a Boat, it’s a Bug, it’s Ours, and for the weekend, his Godzilla throw pillow is his son Trevor. :|)

Comments

[forhishonor]

[ ................

is this guy seriously talking to his pillow? ]

You....

[ and that's all Elliot can manage for the moment, alas. ]

[deadly_legacy]

...Hanna, you get the strangest curses.

[binarysky]

Uh....Hanna?

What are you doing?