[FILTERED TO MINI!STEVE]Hey. You wanna go get some pizza?
[The camera turns on spontaneously from its spot on the bathroom counter, just in time to catch the tail end (no pun intended) of Rikki's transition. She's sitting in the tub with Anna balanced on her fin holding her hands and they're singing along with the kids' music in the background (specifically the "wake up, Jeff!" part around :56) until Anna actually processes a few seconds belatedly that Rikki's changed forms. The baby girl squeals loudly, bordering on a scream in volume, and she laughs before she starts bouncing on the fin, chanting gleefully, Mama fishy! Mama fishy! That, in turn, makes Rikki start laughing and soon they're both feeding off of one another's giggles while Rikki starts bopping her fin a little to help Anna bounce.
The feed drops out.]
[ The video on her cellphone switches on. The bottom of the camera is black, like something is blocking a little of the lens. She has it tucked into a small pocked in her bag. Facing away from the video, Sara is on the salmon ladder in a gym, dressed in sweat pants and a sports bra. The only noise is the clanking sound as she moves between each level. She has been at this for a while now. The video shows her moving up and down the ladder several times, before stopping at the bottom tier. Letting go, she drops quietly to her feet. The camera is much closer now, and at this angle it is easy to the mess of large scars that cover her back.
Sara turns toward the camera and walks toward her bag. She pulls out a silver rod, that smoothly extends into a long bo staff as she turns and walks out of the cameras view.
Feed ends. ]
You have two choices, you can either respond to this and talk to me or you can not, make me hunt you down because you know I can track you, and make me angry for worrying me so much.
Where are you?
WHO: Scott McCall & Kira Yukimura
WHERE: Kira's apartment, NYC
WHEN: After
thisWHAT: Talking, sleepover after some pretty big news
RATING: Some mild suggestion, mostly just fluff
STATUS: Complete