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poly_chromatic2012-06-23 09:07 pm
bedsidemanners) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-06-23 09:07 pm
Entry tags:
[accidental video] schoolboy stuff, sticky sweet romance
[One day Raphael will actually post on the network of his own volition. But it's not this day.]
[At least this time the scene doesn't open on much, initially, just a large, ornately carved wooden desk... until a wavy-haired brunette climbs on top of it, trim pencil skirt sliding indecently up in the process. In front of her, seated on the chair, is Raphael. His formal business attire is mussed at best, face flushed, tie crooked.]
You've backed me into a corner, my dear. Is this about your raise, perhaps?
[And she leans forward, murmering agreeably in his ear. He smirks.]
That's quite... unprofessional. But you might persuade me. Shh.
[Raphael touches a finger to her lips before pulling her fully into his lap, kissing her deeply.]
Especially if you call me Doc--
[A look of utter irritation at his own mistake flits across his face, before--]
--Sir. Boss sounds so... brutish, doesn't it? Mmm--
[Suddenly there's a bang from the window and two feet landing on the floor.]
OI! Put yer damn clothes on, woman, and get out!
[Pause. Then Michael comes in view of the camera. With a cat in his hands. Which he now throws at Raphael's face.]
AND YOU! STOP THAT! IT'S DISGUSTING, YA PERVERTED BASTARD!
[The cat screeches loudly, struggling for a foothold on Raphael's face. Unfortunately, he's clawing his way up cheekbones and nose in the process, Raphael yelling and cursing as he tries to yank the creature away--]
Ow! Stop it! God damn it-- what the hell, Mika?!
[Raphael wrenches the cat from his face and it leaps out of his arms. Onto the woman's lap, who yelps, jumps to her feet and, from the sound of it, out the door.]
AND STAY OUT OR I'LL KICK YOUR ASS NEXT!
[Michael is shaking his fist at her and completely ignoring Raphael for the time being. At least until he plops onto his desk to stare at him.]
You should heal that. You're bleeding.
[Raphael stares back, blood dripping down his face. Just stares. And stares some more.]
And this wouldn't be your fault at all, would it?
Nope.
[Yeah. That's all Michael has to say.]
[A glare. Then Raphael puts a hand to his face, mending the scratches. The cat flees.]
I give up.
[END FEED.]
(OOC: Red is Michael, blue is Raphael.)
[At least this time the scene doesn't open on much, initially, just a large, ornately carved wooden desk... until a wavy-haired brunette climbs on top of it, trim pencil skirt sliding indecently up in the process. In front of her, seated on the chair, is Raphael. His formal business attire is mussed at best, face flushed, tie crooked.]
You've backed me into a corner, my dear. Is this about your raise, perhaps?
[And she leans forward, murmering agreeably in his ear. He smirks.]
That's quite... unprofessional. But you might persuade me. Shh.
[Raphael touches a finger to her lips before pulling her fully into his lap, kissing her deeply.]
Especially if you call me Doc--
[A look of utter irritation at his own mistake flits across his face, before--]
--Sir. Boss sounds so... brutish, doesn't it? Mmm--
[Suddenly there's a bang from the window and two feet landing on the floor.]
OI! Put yer damn clothes on, woman, and get out!
[Pause. Then Michael comes in view of the camera. With a cat in his hands. Which he now throws at Raphael's face.]
AND YOU! STOP THAT! IT'S DISGUSTING, YA PERVERTED BASTARD!
[The cat screeches loudly, struggling for a foothold on Raphael's face. Unfortunately, he's clawing his way up cheekbones and nose in the process, Raphael yelling and cursing as he tries to yank the creature away--]
Ow! Stop it! God damn it-- what the hell, Mika?!
[Raphael wrenches the cat from his face and it leaps out of his arms. Onto the woman's lap, who yelps, jumps to her feet and, from the sound of it, out the door.]
AND STAY OUT OR I'LL KICK YOUR ASS NEXT!
[Michael is shaking his fist at her and completely ignoring Raphael for the time being. At least until he plops onto his desk to stare at him.]
You should heal that. You're bleeding.
[Raphael stares back, blood dripping down his face. Just stares. And stares some more.]
And this wouldn't be your fault at all, would it?
Nope.
[Yeah. That's all Michael has to say.]
[A glare. Then Raphael puts a hand to his face, mending the scratches. The cat flees.]
I give up.
[END FEED.]
(OOC: Red is Michael, blue is Raphael.)
video;
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[... or Raphael's housemate.]
video;
video;
video;
[Problem solved, right?]