First Over || accidental video

[fiveagainstradley]

[ 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 His hair and clothes are a few decades out of date, and he seems confused enough by what he's holding to suggest he's not from around here.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. ]

Comments

action;

[infernoandhearth]

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

Re: action;

[fiveagainstradley]

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

action;

[infernoandhearth]

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

action;

[fiveagainstradley]

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

action;

[infernoandhearth]

[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.]