Saki Konishi (othersided) wrote in marinanova, @ 2013-08-05 16:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | :4th wall, dean winchester, lacus clyne, penelope garcia, sam winchester |
day 231 → video; open | action; closed
—off me!
[ It’s unclear whose communicator clicks in, allowing for the view of one very petite, very pissed off teenage girl shoving a handsome older man away from her to be broadcast. What follows can only be described as a comedy of errors when the shove yanks her along as well, swearing up a storm as it becomes clear a handful of her hair is caught in the zipper of his orange jumpsuit. ]
Hey! Watch it that's... [ Dean laughs because however much he knows Saki can kick his ass, this whole thing is laughable. Shoved fist thing in the morning because he happened to cop a cuddle and now she's stuck to him. He'll have words for Conscienti, mark 'em!
... Just as soon as he remembers how the heck he ended up in Saki's bed. ]
That's what? [ It's nearly a screech, with Saki grabbing her hair in two hands to try and keep it from being yanked unnecessarily. She's far more in pain than annoyed at this point.
One hand moves, grabbing a pillow to hurl at him. ] Stop moving! [ she demands, never realising that not moving is much easier to accomplish if inanimate objects stay inanimate. ] —owowow.
[ he immediately leans into her, wrapping his arms around her and swearing softly as that pillow hits him square in the nose. ]
Dude, stop hitting me! I'm trying to help!
[ She immediately stiffens, elbows pressing into her ribs. It's clear she wants nothing more than to curl into a defensive little ball, preferably a hundred feet away from wherever he is. ]
I'mgonnahavetounzipyou. [ This is the worst thing to ever happen. Ever. She wants to kick him in the shin just out of spite. ]
[ he jerks, swearing as he imagined the very real wince that's likely to follow. ]
Yeah, well. It ain't like I'm all that happy either. Who the hell thought orange was a good idea?
[ but, after a steadying breath, he holds still, waiting. Because while he could unzip himself, it's one hella awkward move if he tried. it'd do more harm then good. ]
[ She works quick, dragging down his zipper—oh, that definitely is a very fit chest, avert your eyes—to pull her hair out of the teeth. It's easier said than done; she ends up yanking out a few strands and simply leaving them.
Stepping away the moment they're separated, she's immediately in defensive mode, arms crossing over her chest. ] God, you know, of all the people I could've woken up with --
[ he grunted, trying hard not to think of Saki in any way shape or form as a woman who had just moments before doing the equivalent of unzipping his trousers. He would like to escape this ordeal alive. ]
Trust me, it wasn't exactly my idea either. At least I'm pretty sure it wasn't considering I'm back in this ugly jumpsuit.
[ he shook his head ]
What day is it anyway? Considering I haven't seen you in weeks, I'm starting to think someone's screwing with us.
[ and now cue the search of his missing network device. Gotta be around here somewhere! Except, uh-oh, it seems to be recording. ]
[ Saki plucks up the communicator and tosses it to him, smoothly turning it off at the same time.
Too bad she has a terrible throwing arm. It ends up hitting the wall, abruptly ending the video. ]
((OOC: Joint post for two former inmates! Saki is in this colour, Dean is in this one. Behind a cut only because it was unexpectedly huge. Feel free to direct responses to one or both of them, and threadjacking is encouraged across the board.))