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[withloadedguns]

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[Clatter-shake. Welcome to the land of accidental video posts (they happen in this part of the City kind of a lot on account of a broken catch on a certain Network device). Not that there's a lot to see: the edge of town, trees, fields, dirt roads, rough places you might not want to go into--you know, edge of town stuff. Oh, we're moving--yes, slowly and rockingly, at a walking pace. At a horse's walking pace, really, if one counts out the steps. Onetwo threefour. Onetwo threefour. Seems the device is hung in its usual place on the saddle and is just along for the ride.

But where is the man who goes with the horse? The two are often seen together. And since the horse seems to be going along--wait, he's clicking at it. He must be there, though not visible. Well, hang on: we're going up a hill now and at an angle. More of his shoulder (and characteristic serape) can be seen. Maybe if we get lucky he'll come into view--]



[Oh.

... ... ...

Someone got hit by the kawaii curse. ... ... ... Well.

Maybe that's why he and the horse (what does the horse look like now?) are heading out of town again. Ahem.

Perhaps it's a mercy that he ducks in front of the horse after a moment or two and swings himself up into the saddle. The pace picks up--nearer on to trotting along now. And soon enough the device flips closed again, cutting off the recording, and driving the whole into (merciful) darkness with a--]
[//video post ends]

[ooc: Cut for an amazingly kawaii picture. SFW but not necessarily Safe for Life. Man-with-No-Name-kun is so kawaiiiiii♥~]

Comments

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[merespark]

Sir, there's something stuck on your face...

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[withloadedguns]

Yeah?

[merespark]

It's sticking out... You might want to get rid of it.

[withloadedguns]

Yeah. Maybe.

[merespark]

... Could it be you like it like that?

[withloadedguns]

No.

But it might not come off.

[merespark]

Ever heard of soap?

[withloadedguns]

[Hey. You callin' him dirty? ... ... ... ...because he is, but that's not the point.]

Once or twice. Maybe.

[merespark]

There's also this thing called bleach.

[withloadedguns]

Yeah.

Just not for my face.

[merespark]

A knife then?

[withloadedguns]

How about you worry about your own face?

[merespark]

That's already taken care of. Smoother than baby's bottom, I'd say. (night lotion is the secret)

[fuckingbaretta]

Oh my god.

[withloadedguns]

Yeah.

[fuckingbaretta]

It won't last long.

[withloadedguns]

No. Probably not.

[Hopefully it won't last long. The dust storms those eyelashes are stirring up are getting tiresome.]

[errandry]

Holy shit.







It's like the eyes're gonna swallow your soul...

[withloadedguns]

Yeah?

Better be careful.

[errandry]

My soul'll be fine, I got it warded! How's yours feeling?

[withloadedguns]

You're worried about my soul now?

[errandry]

Hey, if it got yours, it could go after anybody's after that.

[withloadedguns]

I suppose it could.

the v. latest repick, sorry!

[errandry]

You actually look in the mirror yet?

It's cool!

[withloadedguns]

Yeah.