南 樹 ･ ｢イッキ｣ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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poly_chromatic2012-04-28 03:09 am
crowing) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-04-28 03:09 am
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14TH FLIGHT ➥ ACCIDENTAL VIDEO/AUDIO.
Auuuuugh—!
( that's the first word that the device manages to record as it clicks to life from a very clumsy swipe of ikki's hand. it's obviously resting on the counter, camera pointed directly onto ikki. . . and what he was doing.
actually. what the fuck was he doing? because it really looks like ikki is in an apron, and a pastel pink one at that, with his hair tied back with a dark skull-print bandanna. one might think why he even bothered, his hair was still a mess and it did nothing to help revive his manliness from that horrible pink cloth nightmare he's got on over his clothes. he's about wrist deep in dishes until— )
Wha-What the fuck. Is that— ( he sighs, very hard and very forced. )
How do I keep finding these things? What does she even do with them. . .?
( there's a moment's pause before ikki fishes out a very lovely pair of lacy underwear from the sink. he spends a moment staring at them, before stepping away and towards the device to place it into one of the little piles he had started on the kitchen counter.
then he notices. the device is on. )
Whoa—!! Holy shit, when did this damn thing turn on?!
( the last thing the feed catches is a good shot of ikki's hand before turning it off. )
((ooc: ikki traded away his memories for the time being! ))
( that's the first word that the device manages to record as it clicks to life from a very clumsy swipe of ikki's hand. it's obviously resting on the counter, camera pointed directly onto ikki. . . and what he was doing.
actually. what the fuck was he doing? because it really looks like ikki is in an apron, and a pastel pink one at that, with his hair tied back with a dark skull-print bandanna. one might think why he even bothered, his hair was still a mess and it did nothing to help revive his manliness from that horrible pink cloth nightmare he's got on over his clothes. he's about wrist deep in dishes until— )
Wha-What the fuck. Is that— ( he sighs, very hard and very forced. )
How do I keep finding these things? What does she even do with them. . .?
( there's a moment's pause before ikki fishes out a very lovely pair of lacy underwear from the sink. he spends a moment staring at them, before stepping away and towards the device to place it into one of the little piles he had started on the kitchen counter.
then he notices. the device is on. )
Whoa—!! Holy shit, when did this damn thing turn on?!
( the last thing the feed catches is a good shot of ikki's hand before turning it off. )
((ooc: ikki traded away his memories for the time being! ))
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Just do-- [ Cannot even speak. ]
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Cut that shit out! You can't just start calling a guy your bride!
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The dashing young hero who climbs up the totem pole from street rat to prince of the most powerful nation on the planet—! Legions under his command! Girls fall at his feet!
But he's only got an eye for one! Just one! His sweet sweet—
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You could be that girl, Simca! The princess of the great prince and soon-to-be-king! A queen!
. . .
Urrrrrgh? Team-mates? Blonde team-mates? What are you talking about?
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( pause. )
Well, maybe if I'm the brave warrior posing as a princess.