12. ♙ video.

[awkwards]

[ the feed clicks on to an extreme close-up of curtis’ face. say hello to his gorgeous brown eye! hear alisha laughing? curtis, of course, did not say something funny just then. ] Quit moving. I want proof of this. [ she lowers the camera to, oh, what is this? ladies and gentlemen, is curtis donovan smiling? ]

Piss off, Alisha. [ but curtis is kind of laughing, too, pushing the camera out of his face and, maybe, trying to snatch it from her hold.

because why should everyone be looking at him when she’s so dolled up? ]

Ain’t nothing to have proof of. Stop that.

[ she refuses to listen, sliding a little on the chair so she can get him in his full gear. he’s wearing a nice purple shirt and khaki pants. in his lap is a loaf of bread alisha dumped there; they’re at the park, feeding the ducks - which can be seen when alisha flickers the camera to the lake and sees said ducks. ] You’re smiling. Your face looks funny. [ cackle cackle. ]

No it don’t. [ but he’s still smiling. he even reaches to grab the red, lace-trim umbrella she bought for this occasion of feeding the ducks and loosely swings it, reaching a hand out to snatch it again, this time with higher hopes of succeeding. ]

Hey, watch where you’re swinging that! [ do you want to kill her or something? she reaches for it, and may have loosened her grip on the phone just a little for curtis to snatch it … have a nice shot of his purple coloured chest. boy looks fine.

and he grabs it and scoots away from her just to give everyone a full shot of her beautiful dress. now he’s really laughing. ]

This is what Alisha looks like when she decides it’s worth dressing up.

[ see alisha roll her eyes. ] I found something worth dressing up for. And it’s not you, prick. [ said affectionately, btw. and she’ll steer his hands to focus on the ducks. watch a piece of bread fly at them - alisha has poor aim - and the feed will abruptly click off to her laughter. ]

( ooc | alisha and curtis. expect both to tag you like morons. )

Comments

[mrbackwards]

Dressy ain't my thing. Rather stick to jeans and a t-shirt.

[synanthrope]

And your friend?

[mrbackwards]

She don't usually wear dresses. That was her end of this.

[synanthrope]

She's very cute.

[mrbackwards]

[ ... ]

She has her days.

[synanthrope]

Everyone does, don't they?

[mrbackwards]

Hers are rare.

[synanthrope]

Oh.

[mrbackwards]

Yeah. We knew each other back home, though. Guess I'm used to it.

[synanthrope]

It's lucky for you. That you're not here alone.

[mrbackwards]

Are you?

[synanthrope]

Yes.

[mrbackwards]

.. sorry to hear that.

[synanthrope]

Are you really?

[A pause]

I've adapted.

[mrbackwards]

I am.

[ he nods. ]

How long you been here?

[synanthrope]

A year and a half.

[mrbackwards]

That's a long time.

[synanthrope]

Yes, I suppose so.

[mrbackwards]

I guess so long as you're all right.