[020] you're gonna shoot your eye outttt
Dec. 26th, 2011 01:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notafuckingnut[Hey Barge, you're currently being treated to a close-up of a hand. Not a very helpful shot, is it.
No problem, it clears up a few minutes later, to be replaced with 15-year-old Richie, staring at the screen like it's the most fascinating thing he's ever seen. He's even got that same vacantly engrossed expression just about every girl he's come across in his older version has been fortunate enough to be treated to.
...In his defense though, it probably is; as far as he knows he went to bed at the Home and woke up...somewhere else. With tech that's a lot more sophisticated than what he's used to.]
Silly putty? Are you fucking kidding me?! That shit stopped being cool when I was like...ten.
...And what's with this sweater. It's like...two sizes too big. And covered in penguins.
Although I guess this thing's okay. What is this, like a phone or a computer or something? It's tiny.
[He looks around the room, as if seeing it for the first time, and he smiles hesitantly, the smile of a kid long-used to being the butt of other people's practical jokes but still happy he's at least included, but it's clear he doesn't really find it that amusing.]
...Okay, guys; cheap motel room, I get it, ha-ha, very funny, you can come out now. It's like twenty four hours too late to be relevant anyway.
[Nobody comes out of the door, nobody even turns the handle. A minute or so passes, and then he turns his head, like he heard something, but it's either too quiet to be registered by the mic or he's jumping at shadows because there's nothing audible. He waits another minute or so, and now he sounds less certain, a little quieter than his earlier bravado.]
...Seth? You there?
No problem, it clears up a few minutes later, to be replaced with 15-year-old Richie, staring at the screen like it's the most fascinating thing he's ever seen. He's even got that same vacantly engrossed expression just about every girl he's come across in his older version has been fortunate enough to be treated to.
...In his defense though, it probably is; as far as he knows he went to bed at the Home and woke up...somewhere else. With tech that's a lot more sophisticated than what he's used to.]
Silly putty? Are you fucking kidding me?! That shit stopped being cool when I was like...ten.
...And what's with this sweater. It's like...two sizes too big. And covered in penguins.
Although I guess this thing's okay. What is this, like a phone or a computer or something? It's tiny.
[He looks around the room, as if seeing it for the first time, and he smiles hesitantly, the smile of a kid long-used to being the butt of other people's practical jokes but still happy he's at least included, but it's clear he doesn't really find it that amusing.]
...Okay, guys; cheap motel room, I get it, ha-ha, very funny, you can come out now. It's like twenty four hours too late to be relevant anyway.
[Nobody comes out of the door, nobody even turns the handle. A minute or so passes, and then he turns his head, like he heard something, but it's either too quiet to be registered by the mic or he's jumping at shadows because there's nothing audible. He waits another minute or so, and now he sounds less certain, a little quieter than his earlier bravado.]
...Seth? You there?
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Date: 2011-12-29 05:33 am (UTC)I suppose I could be convinced to lend you a hand; consider it a service to humanity
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Date: 2011-12-29 01:22 pm (UTC)Yeah? You serious?