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slantedcross) wrote2010-06-26 03:20 pm
slantedcross) wrote2010-06-26 03:20 pm
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video post † 004 † 06-26-10
OOC: Normal = Sena, Italics = Youji.
[It's been a slow and lazy few weeks, just going to work at the shop and coming home every day--a brief look at the network before settling down with his most recent acquisition--a used, slightly abused, alto saxophone. He usually made sure the door was completely closed before starting to play--but it was ajar today, if only slightly, letting the sound of his playing filter out into the hallway.]
[For the most part, Youji's been taking it easy since Aya's birthday and related aftermath. The music surprises him at first, as he comes back from a walk. He recognizes a brass instrument immediately, and that it isn't a recording. But as far as Youji knows, there is only one musician on the floor. Yes, he remembered that one dream, and is a bit surprised to hear Sena practicing now.
So he approaches the door, still ajar, and, for now, simply turns on his Dreamberry. To broadcast. Hey, other people broadcast music performances.]
[If Sena knew this was being broadcast, he would be entirely embarrassed. It's been a few years since he's played, and while he's not bad, the lack of practice is showing--the sound is a bit flat, he's missed a couple notes here and there. Youji caught him in the middle of the song, so it's over not long after.]
[It wasn't a bad rendition, and Youji isn't enough of a music man to notice the mistakes--although the flat sound registers a bit in the back of his mind. He nudges the door open a bit further--what kind of assassin would fail to notice that? And we're still recording.]
[Yeah, his door's kinda squeaky. Sena jumps about five feet in the air, turns--and stares.]
"Youji? What are you..."
[aaaand then he notices the Dreamberry.]
"Well, you were giving such a lovely concert, I thought I'd share it with the rest of the world. Take a bow."
[He wishes the Dreamberry had a zoom; he doesn't know where Sena's chakram is, so he isn't approaching just yet.]
[which is probably smart on his part, Sena'd punch him.]
"Youji!"
[suddenly, there's a pillow flying at your head.]
[Youji slams the door shut, just barely blocking the pillow. He pokes his head and the Dreamberry in again, after a moment.]
"Yes?"
[There's another one ready for him when he opens that door again.]
"Out!"
[rar, fluffy rage.]
[Youji lets that one hit him. It's only a pillow, after all.]
"Is that the image you want to show all of your new fans?"
[you are not making this easy on you. Fluffhead can hold a grudge.]
"Out, before I HURT you!"
"Technically, I never actually came in."
[but some people have no sense of humor, so Youji does start to leave.]
[Sena's one of them at the moment. He slams the door closed all the way behind Youji, 'cause heaven knows he left it open, and lock it. Nothing if not a teenager, this one.]
[At which point, Youji turns off the broadcast. And leaves his Dreamberry outside Sena's door--if someone calls about the broadcast, Sena can answer it.]
[It's been a slow and lazy few weeks, just going to work at the shop and coming home every day--a brief look at the network before settling down with his most recent acquisition--a used, slightly abused, alto saxophone. He usually made sure the door was completely closed before starting to play--but it was ajar today, if only slightly, letting the sound of his playing filter out into the hallway.]
[For the most part, Youji's been taking it easy since Aya's birthday and related aftermath. The music surprises him at first, as he comes back from a walk. He recognizes a brass instrument immediately, and that it isn't a recording. But as far as Youji knows, there is only one musician on the floor. Yes, he remembered that one dream, and is a bit surprised to hear Sena practicing now.
So he approaches the door, still ajar, and, for now, simply turns on his Dreamberry. To broadcast. Hey, other people broadcast music performances.]
[If Sena knew this was being broadcast, he would be entirely embarrassed. It's been a few years since he's played, and while he's not bad, the lack of practice is showing--the sound is a bit flat, he's missed a couple notes here and there. Youji caught him in the middle of the song, so it's over not long after.]
[It wasn't a bad rendition, and Youji isn't enough of a music man to notice the mistakes--although the flat sound registers a bit in the back of his mind. He nudges the door open a bit further--what kind of assassin would fail to notice that? And we're still recording.]
[Yeah, his door's kinda squeaky. Sena jumps about five feet in the air, turns--and stares.]
"Youji? What are you..."
[aaaand then he notices the Dreamberry.]
"Well, you were giving such a lovely concert, I thought I'd share it with the rest of the world. Take a bow."
[He wishes the Dreamberry had a zoom; he doesn't know where Sena's chakram is, so he isn't approaching just yet.]
[which is probably smart on his part, Sena'd punch him.]
"Youji!"
[suddenly, there's a pillow flying at your head.]
[Youji slams the door shut, just barely blocking the pillow. He pokes his head and the Dreamberry in again, after a moment.]
"Yes?"
[There's another one ready for him when he opens that door again.]
"Out!"
[rar, fluffy rage.]
[Youji lets that one hit him. It's only a pillow, after all.]
"Is that the image you want to show all of your new fans?"
[you are not making this easy on you. Fluffhead can hold a grudge.]
"Out, before I HURT you!"
"Technically, I never actually came in."
[but some people have no sense of humor, so Youji does start to leave.]
[Sena's one of them at the moment. He slams the door closed all the way behind Youji, 'cause heaven knows he left it open, and lock it. Nothing if not a teenager, this one.]
[At which point, Youji turns off the broadcast. And leaves his Dreamberry outside Sena's door--if someone calls about the broadcast, Sena can answer it.]
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What a friendship you have. Amusing if nothing else.
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He's a jerk.
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He's that kind of guy.
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Nobody ever appreciates a good prank.
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Or throw it in the lake.
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Something that is a mystery since childhood meant spankings and time outs.
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[mommy issues over here would rather have the lectures if it meant he had his mom, though. D: ...how did we get on this again?]
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[intentional subject change? yep.]
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[Oh does he know how Youji functions.]
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