accidental video/open action

[hatesthefood]

The Koneko might be closed, but there's lights on in the workroom of the shop. Just off screen, a low voice hums off key, soft scraping noises and the low whine of a dog marring the offset tune. Off to the side of the table lay several colorful flowers; purple hyacinth and amaranth, plus a single red carnation tossed on top of the pile along with some assorted greenery. Every now and again, a hand moved into sight and deftly snatches up a stem here and there, shifting through the stems to find the right one.

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[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Those are pretty.

voice

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

There's a bark from the dog just as the humming voice mutters a soft curse.

... thanks. Sorry. I didn't realize it was on.

Re: voice

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

It's okay. It's nice to see something pretty after the last week.

Re: voice

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I agree. I think that's why I came in here tonight.

Re: voice

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Is it making you feel better?

Re: voice

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

You know, I haven't decided yet. Maybe I'll know once I finish this arrangement.

Re: voice

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

I hope so.

It makes me feel better to watch.

Like something's right and normal again, you know?

Re: voice

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Yeah, actually. I think I know how you feel. It's been a while since I let myself work with flowers. I've been too busy.

Re: voice

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

I grow them. On the roof of the Library and by my house a little. But I don't think I could arrange them all pretty and nice like that.

[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

[He said he didn't know if he wanted to be alone or not. So, just for that possibility, for the chance he ends up deciding he doesn't want to, Umi slipped out of the beach house and walked all the way to the shop that night.

But she doesn't enter the greenhouse. She just stays outside, watching Ken from behind the glass.

This is her way to give him space while still being there for him. Or so she tells herself. The truth is... she also needs him. But this close is enough to know he's there, still going, maybe even doing a bit better. She's far enough to go unnoticed. He can ignore her and pretend he doesn't just as easily, too. That'll still be fine.]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... good job, Bandit. Hell of a watchdog.

[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

Wh-? No! Bandit, stay! Sit! Just-! Shhhh!!

[Too late. And imagine that. Her perfectly stealthy scheme ruined by the pet. No wonder she's never going to get along with animals. So where does that leave Umi? Sort of standing there like a moron and hoping he's not too mad at her.]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... you may as well come in since your cover was blown.

[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

[This sigh here? Yeah. It's as deep as to make her still sort of sore chest hurt.]

...Alright. My bad. I should have brought something to bribe her with.

[She steps into the light but still not too close to him, looking embarrassed but not sorry to be there at all.]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Always know the full parameters of what can go wrong on a mission and plan ahead.



... 'm not gonna bite you. Sit down if you want.

[soulofocean.livejournal.com]

I'll have to keep that in mind.

[She looks him in the eye after an instant of hesitancy and notices this. The way her expression softens into relief and gratefulness may well reveal she does.]

You really don't mind me?

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

I said sit, didn't I?

[video]

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't realize she's turned on the video on her end, but she's laying on her sofa, watching the screen and wiping away few stray tears. Occasionally, she takes a drag on her cigarette.]

[video]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

[video]

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[She continues to watch, and her cat, jumps up to cuddle with Mara. As the cat watches, she reaches out with a paw to bat at the screen, letting her desire to play with the waving stems be known with a plaintive meow.]

Hush, Keres, it's just a video.

[video]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

Bandit, what the hell are you yapping about now?

[video]

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[Keres really doesn't like that and hissing and spitting, the cat lunges at the device, claws digging into Mara's arm as she jumps.]

Gods damn it, Keres, don't!

[Trying to stop the inevitable crash, Mara tries to grab the cat, but fails and the yowling animal knocks the device onto the floor with a crash.]

[video]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... Mara?

[video]

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

[The video shakes as Mara retrieves it from the floor, shooing the cat away so she can check and make sure it isn't broken. The view sways drunkenly as she speaks, still unaware that her video is broadcasting as well, showing glimpses of claw marks bleeding sluggishly on her arm.]

I'm sorry Ken, the cat... you were broadcasting and..

[video]

[bladed-siberian.livejournal.com]

... crap. I didn't realize I was broadcasting.I just left it on in case I got a call for the police or something...



You need to clean up your arm.