033. [Video] (action for Camp Otacon)

[foolishwren]

_{[When the camera comes on, Heather's lying on her back on her sleeping bag with Cujo draped over her stomach and a sulky expression on her face. The bandage formerly tied over her eye (looking distinctly nasty now) is crumpled off to the side and in its place is a hot compress, which she's holding gently to the wounded area with one hand. She seems to be holding the PokeGear up above her with the other. Least flattering Myspace-shot ever.]}

So-- how long do I have to keep this thing on?

_{[She's talking to somebody off-camera and judging by the ever-so-patient tone of the reply she gets, which is sort of indistinct but along the lines of 'Until I say you can take it off', that somebody is Otacon.]}

But Haaaaaal.

_{[There is no reply.]}

..... Fine, fine...

I'll just stay here and stew in my misery.

_{[There's a laugh from off the screen and another indistinct reply that is apparently amused at Heather's overdramatic whining and not sympathetic like she'd been hoping. So Heather makes a pouty face and turns her head just slightly so that she can stick her tongue out in his general direction before looking back to the camera.]}


His Dictatorship over there is reveling in his regime of oppression and I'm bored.

Someone please distract me.

_{[SHE'D EVEN WELCOME KNOCK-KNOCK JOKES. THAT IS HOW LOW SHE HAS SUNK.]}

Comments

uh huh sure

[foolishwren]

He acts like a highschooler all the time anyway. _{[HEATHER HAD NEVER PARTICULARLY BEEN IMPRESSED WITH LIQUID'S MATURITY, AFTER ALL.]}

... Eh?

_{[She gave Otacon a slightly odd look.]}

shutcher face, you.

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

Nothing, forget it. [He waved a hand dismissively with an awkward smile.]

NEVER

[foolishwren]

Okay, then.

_{[W/e otacon you're weird sometimes.]}

Can I take this off now?

8|

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

[SIIIIGH.]

Yeah, you can.

[foolishwren]

<sub>[Making a victorious noise, Heather finally sat up, making Cujo come awake and roll off of her with a startled woof.]

[Taking the compress off her eye, she poked at it a little tenderly. Hssst. Ow. Yeah, still hurt. But it was getting better.]</sub>

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

Well, it's a start. Want me to bandage it again for you?

[foolishwren]

That'd be awesome.

_{[She touches it again with a wince, then starts to scoot over.]}

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

No problem.

[He started bandaging her up again as carefully as he could, an oddly distant smile on his face.]

[foolishwren]

_{[Oh, Otacon. You and your moe daydreams. Heather was too busy getting half her vision cut off to notice his far-off look, so she just sat with surprising obedience.]}

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

...there. How's that?

[foolishwren]

Much better.

Think I'll be able to ditch the bandages soon?

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

With any luck, yeah.

[He still seemed a bit distracted, but smiled regardless--as usual, that's just what he did.