[His feed turns on. Snake looks one-part serious and two-parts amused. Or drunk. Considering he spends most of his time at the bar, the latter is probably not impossible. The New Year's party was a 'success' if he had to call it one, even with having to hide out in the corner for much of it.]
New Years resolutions, huh...?
[He shakes his head and as he does so, there's a background sound of a creaking door. He turns and after a moment, he's rendered silent. And then.]
Hey, babe.
[An irritated humph in favor of any proper greeting leaves the mysterious 'babe' who had just let herself in. She'd probably asked Snake not to call her that on at least one occasion.
Soon, Eli comes up behind Snake and peers over his shoulder to see whatever he's looking at. Almost as soon as she recognizes that Snake is recording a video, she shoves the palm of her hand against the camera, and she hisses at him;]
Turn that off.
[He blinks and tips his chin up to better eye her. The video feed might be blackened by Eli's hand, but there's still the concept of sound.]
What, you still shy or something? Nothing wrong with a little public romance, right?
[Romance. Right. Because what they have is romance. It's transparent with how Snake's speaking in jest. Okay. So maybe it's a twisted version of romance. The kind of romance where Snake likes the abuse.]
Excuse you. I said turn it off.
[Snake was not turning it off and that was very much a problem. Eli tightened her grip against the camera until a satisfying snap came from it. She withdrew her hand, assuming she had broken it. If Snake liked the abuse so much, perhaps he'd appreciate the brisk slap against the face she then offered him.]
I'm not shy, shithead. It's not anyone's business what I do. That's all.
[OoC: The purple is Eli and the navy blue is Snake.] | |
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