[002N :: Video]

[thedesertrose]

[Camera feed comes in at rather awkward moments sometimes. In this case, it's while Nabooru's in the midst of stifling a yawn.

She slouches over and stares at her camera, seemingly unamused - or something like it.]

Hello kids, cranky old men, potential dancers, and cohorts.

Are you all having a good time? I had a blind date with that Edward guy, and he doesn't seem so bad. He was pretty nice actually. How many of you got stuck with people you hated?

[She pauses to cover her mouth with her right hand and a few moments later withdraws it.]

Hold that thought.
Any of you know of good sleep remedies?

[If anyone says 'a good lay' or its equivalent, she's going to punch them in the face.]

Comments

[thedesertrose]

Probably has to do with having him as an instructor way back when. You guys have a bit of history, no?

[monotreme-101.livejournal.com]

About seven years worth - NONE of it any good. He invades my home, steals my stuff, electrocutes me, sets things on fire, stuffs my animal friends into robots, blows them up with bombs, attacks me with giant Mecha and it's been more of the same pretty much the entire time.

He's an A-Grade Asshole. He's lucky I'm not the kinda guy who kills for revenge or I'dve sent him to hell at least twenty times by now.

[thedesertrose]

[Oh. Well, there's a difference between them. She'll kill for revenge.]

Really. I didn't know he was such a bad guy...

[Clearly she has something she needs to do on Knuckles' behalf.]

[monotreme-101.livejournal.com]

He's the worst kinda guy.

So. Yeah. His voice doesn't lull me to sleep. It makes me want to hit stuff.

[Oh Nabooru~]

[thedesertrose]

[She stares immensely hard at Knuckles for a while. Maybe it's because she's tired or stressing out, but whatever it is, it must take her longer to put everything together.

Finally she ducks her head and fiddles with her ponytail in a rather childish manner.]

Huh. Got it.
Maybe we should just go beat the hell out of him.

I think even I'd feel better.

[monotreme-101.livejournal.com]

Well, I -DID- suggest exercise to help you sleep! Haha! I suppose smacking the snot out of a punching bag counts!

[thedesertrose]

See, that's not what I consider 'exercise'. And neither is lifting weights.

[Oh, Nabs. You are so special.]

But. Maybe talking with you might help. I need a man's perspective on something. Unfortunately for me, the number of men I know willing to talk about this kind of stuff is limited and few.

But you just might do the trick.

[monotreme-101.livejournal.com]

Well, I -AM- a Man. I'll see what I can do.

You wanna switch this thing to private or you want me to come over?

[thedesertrose]

Come to my room, Knuckles. I'll leave my door unlocked.

I'll be waiting. Naked.

[power-fokker.livejournal.com]

Can I come too?

[reign-of-power.livejournal.com]

[power-fokker.livejournal.com]

Fine I won't go.

[monotreme-101.livejournal.com]

Sorry Edward - Only Redheads allowed.

[monotreme-101.livejournal.com]

Alright, gimme a couple minutes.

I'll be naked too. But no surprises there.

[KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK]

[thedesertrose]

I told you...

[She sighs and goes to answer the door.]

I thought I said I would leave my door unlocked, boy.

[monotreme-101.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, it's still best to knock! Can't just barge on in, even if the door's unlocked.

[He enters the room.]

So! You needed to talk about something? What's up?

[thedesertrose]

Uh.

I wanted to ask you some questions...

[After she lets him in, she closes the door and wanders over to her bed before she lays down. No, she's not going to be professional. Sorry.]

About. Uh. Guys.

[monotreme-101.livejournal.com]

[He's not exactly professional either. He takes up residence in her chair and spins it till it's facing her.]

Uh-huh. What kinda questions? I'll answer 'em as best as I can.

[thedesertrose]

[She turns onto her side, props herself onto an elbow and stares at him for a time. Teacher? What? No. How did she ever become one?]

What do you get as an 'I'm sorry' present for a guy who's uh... Socially autistic? And pissed. Or something.

[monotreme-101.livejournal.com]

[He thinks about this for a minute or so.]

That depends on a couple things. First of all, are you sure you actually owe the guy an apology? Secondly, when you say Socially Autistic... how unsocialized are we talkin' here? 'Crazy mountain hermit' kind of loner, or 'tells innapropriate jokes at dinner' kinda guy but likeable enough otherwise?

[thedesertrose]

Well. I... kind of do, yes.

[She pauses thoughtfully.]

I guess I should probably start from the beginning... You can't say anything, got it? You have to keep it between us only.

[monotreme-101.livejournal.com]

Since when has that been an issue? You know I ain't gonna breathe a word to no-one. Cross my heart and hope to die.

[thedesertrose]

I'm just saying. It's a complicated situation.

[She gestures awkwardly with her free hand. You know, the one that's not propping her up.]

So Shinon comes back, right? I bring him his dodongo. And uh. There's this kiss. Kind of the exciting kiss. It was a good kiss.

And then... there's this other guy, you know? The martial arts instructor...

[monotreme-101.livejournal.com]

I know Professor Byrne, yeah. Hmm.. that IS quite a situation.

[Hey. He could empathise. It's not like he hasn't had his brushes with having feelings for more than one person at once. He's not judging her in the slightest.]

So, you're apologising to... which one, now? Byrne or Shinon?

[staygold-wario.livejournal.com]

Oh ho. Count me in.