[accidental video/action] Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?

[hamburellakind]

[The video starts abruptly, showcasing John's back as he walks-- something that's a little rare for him, what with the god tier flying and all --down the hall. His movements are slow and his steps are small, almost like he's not all that convinced that he wants to move forward in the first place. His hands fidget around, picking at his pants before floating up to grip the opposite elbow. The gesture seems to be his feeble attempt to keep himself from trembling anymore than he is already.

A sharp, high pitched noise tears from John's throat, and the feed ends.]

Comments

[forevercapslock]

My guess is that normally when someone dies, you don't keep hearing from them. That's never happened with any of the others, anyway.

[hamburellakind]

Yeah. I just think that this "nobody would care" thing is something that trolls think they're supposed to say because it sounds cooler and tougher, but really they feel just as bad when someone they care about dies or gets hurt or anything. I mean, you were kind of weird when I was upset, but, um, you didn't just up and leave!

[forevercapslock]

I'm placing the blame firmly with the human disease I've caught.

[hamburellakind]

Sure, that's definitely it.

[forevercapslock]

Friendship makes everything weird. All of my alien anatomical structures curl up like centipedes when it kicks in.

[hamburellakind]

I believe everything you just said completely and without sarcasm.

[forevercapslock]

Fuck off, Egbert. And when you get there, fuck off from there too. Keep fucking off until you get back here so I can punch you in the face.

[hamburellakind]

Friendship wouldn't let you.

[forevercapslock]

It would be for your own good.

[hamburellakind]

What would punching do for me?

[forevercapslock]

It would teach you not to piss me off, for a start.

[He waves a hand dismissively. Duh, John. Duh.

Then he sneezes again.]

[hamburellakind]

[Hee~!]

[forevercapslock]

[gdi]