poly_chromatic | First Over || accidental video

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eight days of luke: david

First Over || accidental video

[ The video feed opens on a small, wet cardboard box and a handful of thoroughly soaked and utterly useless matches. From the quality of the audio, it's evident the recording is accidental. ]

Where am I? This isn't Ashbury. And-- Oh, great, how am I meant to call Luke now? Wait, what's this? Some sort of portable?

[ A hand comes into view as it picks up the device, revealing a sandy-blond boy in his late teens. His hair and clothes are a few decades out of date, and he seems confused enough by what he's holding to suggest he's not from around here. ]

Oh, it's a camera. Sort of? Where's the film go? [ In trying to figure out where to put the nonexistent film, David accidentally ends the feed. ]

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[Luke stares at it, blinks, and then makes a face and shrugs.]

No, it's gone now. They left quite without expecting it. Which is alright, as it was a rubbish sort of circus.

Oh. Alright.

[ David shrugs and balls it up with the other trash, going to explore the rest of the flat. In addition to the kitchen/living room space, there's a modest bathroom and what looks like a bedroom but currently only has a bed frame. ]

We'd need mattresses, and another bed altogether. But this place looks good, don't you think?

[Luke picks it up after David's moved on, and burns it before following David in his explorations.]

Yes, I think so. Perhaps we might find a mattress in another flat. Just for now.

Yes, good thinking. [ He heads back into the hallway, knocking on doors. 817, 819, 821... "Oh no, sorry miss, didn't mean to bother you. You wouldn't happen to have a spare mattress, would you?" ]

[Locked, locked, locked, open and full to the brim with junk, locked, and open again. Luke finds a mattress in one corner and subtly fumigates it before dragging it out into the hall.]

David?

[ David looks round and sees the mattress. ]

Oh brilliant! Let's drag it over.

I'll keep dragging it if you'll see if you can borrow some sheets off of someone. We can go out to the shops later.

[ The ~~NPC~~ lady David was talking to says she has an extra set of sheets, and after a moment in her apartment she returns to the door with a set of white flannel sheets with little flowers and vines on them. ]

Oh, thank you miss! We'll return them soon.

[ He takes the sheets and goes to follow Luke back to 815. ]

[Aaaand, mattress dragging. Luke stops right in the doorway to grab a key off of the small table beside the door. He tries it in the lock, and then hands it off to David.]

Here. You'll be the one needing this.

[Mattresses are unwieldy for anything but dragging, really. All the way into the bedroom he goes, and then sets it down, shoving it to sit properly on the bedframe. He heads into the living room after that, to grab two cushions off of the couch (which he also, subtly, fumigates, everything they own will smell like smoke for a little while) and carries them into the bedroom to fling at the head of the bed.]

[ David pockets the key and, while Luke is in the living room, makes the bed. He tosses the pillow cases aside since they won't fit the sofa cushions.

Finally when it's all done, he flops onto their new bed, happy as anything. It's not til this moment that he realises how tired he is. With a yawn, he closes his eyes.]

I could fall asleep right here and now.

Well, why not? [Luke flops down beside David, rolls sideways, and places his chin against David's shoulder.] There's no responsibilities, nothing we're meant to be doing, and no one to tell us to do it. [He hooks one arm onto David, his hand resting loosely on his chest.] If you feel like sleeping now, we can sleep now.

[David snakes an arm under Luke and curls into him, happy to be surrounded by his smell, smoky as that may be.]

Sounds [yawn] brilliant.

Good. [He kisses David's cheek and then struggles the blanket out from under them, and pulls it up over.] We'll explore things later. There's all sorts of places, here.

Mmm. [David snuggles in, Luke keeping him nice and warm.] Like a pet shop?

Very probably. [He looks at David through half-closed eyelids.] What sort of dog are you thinking of?

Something... something not too big. Something friendly and smart and loyal. What do you think? It'll be your dog too.

Those all sound like very important qualities. I'll be fine with whichever dog you choose.

[ David doesn't answer, sound asleep curled into Luke's chest. ]

[There's a moment where Luke waits for David's response and doesn't get one, before he realises that David's breathing is even and quiet, and he's nodded off. He strokes a hand through his hair a couple of times and then settles with one arm curled under David and one gently at the back of his head. Time for a sleep.]

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