poly_chromatic | 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! ))

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( dsggdfh. this is hardly fair! hardly fair at all! simca, you're a menace! a menace. the night gown lands very cleanly on top of his head, resting there perfectly. )

Simca—!

( it's a really weak protest, but it is definitely a protest nonetheless! he jerks the nightgown off his hair and slams it down onto the counter, obviously frustrated. )

I don't even know who that iiiiiiiis! What the hell kind of threats are these?!

( pause. )

Oi! Who are you calling meek?!

[ ...huh, guess that wasn't his colour after all!

That was one of her best pieces, too.

She sprawls, supervising. ]

It's fair, right? If I bring all the money to keep you at home -

[ ...um. ]

- you have to gratefully attend to all my needs, you know? Where's my bath? Have you washed my negligees? Did you ask me about the hardships of my day?

( there's a considerable pause as he rounds the corner to approach where simca was lounging on the couch. she looks far too cozy! while he was doing all the work over here!

he drops down onto the empty space on the couch, staring over at her. )

Exccuuuuuse me, my princess, but the worst thing that happened to you today was that I over-sweetened your tea earlier.

( then he lifts his arms, hands folding out toward the air. )

But if you wanted to take a bath together, all you had to do was ask. I'll dutifully run the water for you and wash your back~

[ And during his theatrics (which are so much less exciting than hers, thank you), she rooooooooolls closer, all soft flesh and sleepy eyes and no bones.

Good bride, keeping the household, so the husband can engage the hard and arduous task of the #941201345th nap. ]

No bathing with bad slaves. That tea really was overly sweet, you know. Don't laugh. It'll all go to my hips, every last grain of that sugar. What would you care? You're all muscle and bone.

[ And cue a lazy swat in the general direction of his nearest leg. Mustn't move much. ]

Hey, is your memory back yet? Do I have to hit you harder? Or more often?

( it's not normally protocol for the wife to be stuck with such a lazy husband, you know. there's a long whine, however, at the insinuation that he's just a slave. )

Whaatt? Slave? Come on, these are some unfair titles! You gotta say things like "great knight" and "powerful warrior"!

( he lets out a little sigh as he watches her swat his leg, fairly unsettled about the topic of memory. he's got constant messages from people who know him, but don't, and he doesn't recognise at all. it's even like that with her, he doesn't remember her, but she certainly knows him. )

Sorry, but no. It's weird, you know? When I look at you, I feel like there's something important missing. I don't like it.

[ With something resembling a groan and good deal of personal sacrifice, she makes the commitment to actual movement, raising herself on her elbows. Words keep to a whisper. ]

...turn your head here for a moment. I want to see what fear looks like on your face.

. . .

( there's a considerable silence as ikki tries to understand what exactly is going on here. he doesn't get it. )

Simca? What the hell are you talking about?

( although, there is something to be said about the fact that he turns his head anyway. )

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