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poly_chromatic2012-03-31 03:06 pm
latenightfondue) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-03-31 03:06 pm
[ 006 ] ✪ [ Accidental Video ]
[ The feed cuts on as Howard stretches out on the floor where he's sprawling on an oil-stained sheet that's seen better days, socked foot with a toe poking out knocking the sensitive buttons as he nudges it back against the television cabinet where it stands up and catches view of a good portion of the apartment. It's spacious, the main rooms open-plan, with several doors leading off to bedrooms and a bathroom. ]
Y'really want me to leave this thing in pieces? 'Cause we all know how that ends. [ Oh, and the television itself is lying on its front above the sheet, the back off and wires sticking out, pieces laid out on the fabric, and that's as well as several other projects littering the place half-finished. ] It ain't gonna take long, can't this wait?
No. [ Bucky’s voice sounds like it’s coming from near him. ] Look, dude, I don’t know what your basis for marriage is, but people freaking talk. [ Apparently none of this bothers either of them, Bucky sprawled back on the couch watching Howard pick apart the tv. ] You didn’t tell me I’d be battling every bit of technology when we got hitched. It’s kind of an unfair deal, buddy.
[ Slinging an arm over his face. ] I want a divorce.
[ Howard heaves an over-dramatic sigh, as if carefully putting the circuit board back into place pains him, and he shuffles around where he sits on the floor, the feed shaking for a few seconds as he accidentally nudges it further so that both of them are in shot. ]
It weren't a secret, sweetheart. [ He holds his hands up in surrender, fighting the urge to turn back to the open television and discovering more about how it ticks. ] Okay, fine, y'got my full attention. No more talk'a divorces, huh? It's not like I don't love you.
[ From beneath his arm, Bucky sounds like he’s smiling. ] Oh, now you’re scared, huh? I’m gonna take you for everything, see if I don’t. [ A pause. ] Fine, play with your stuff, see if I care.
Hey, c'mon, don't be that way. [ He rolls over, crawls the distance over to the couch, and clambers up like a clumsy puppy, dropping himself into the gap between Bucky's side and the back of the thing. ] If I promise not to touch anything electrical for the rest'a the day, you gonna forgive me, huh? [ He drapes a leg over him, nudges him with his nose. ] Want me to remind you why we got hitched in the first place?
Y'really want me to leave this thing in pieces? 'Cause we all know how that ends. [ Oh, and the television itself is lying on its front above the sheet, the back off and wires sticking out, pieces laid out on the fabric, and that's as well as several other projects littering the place half-finished. ] It ain't gonna take long, can't this wait?
No. [ Bucky’s voice sounds like it’s coming from near him. ] Look, dude, I don’t know what your basis for marriage is, but people freaking talk. [ Apparently none of this bothers either of them, Bucky sprawled back on the couch watching Howard pick apart the tv. ] You didn’t tell me I’d be battling every bit of technology when we got hitched. It’s kind of an unfair deal, buddy.
[ Slinging an arm over his face. ] I want a divorce.
[ Howard heaves an over-dramatic sigh, as if carefully putting the circuit board back into place pains him, and he shuffles around where he sits on the floor, the feed shaking for a few seconds as he accidentally nudges it further so that both of them are in shot. ]
It weren't a secret, sweetheart. [ He holds his hands up in surrender, fighting the urge to turn back to the open television and discovering more about how it ticks. ] Okay, fine, y'got my full attention. No more talk'a divorces, huh? It's not like I don't love you.
[ From beneath his arm, Bucky sounds like he’s smiling. ] Oh, now you’re scared, huh? I’m gonna take you for everything, see if I don’t. [ A pause. ] Fine, play with your stuff, see if I care.
Hey, c'mon, don't be that way. [ He rolls over, crawls the distance over to the couch, and clambers up like a clumsy puppy, dropping himself into the gap between Bucky's side and the back of the thing. ] If I promise not to touch anything electrical for the rest'a the day, you gonna forgive me, huh? [ He drapes a leg over him, nudges him with his nose. ] Want me to remind you why we got hitched in the first place?
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