044. [Video/Action for Goldenrod]

[foolishwren]

_{[Like so many transmissions today, this one opens up with the camera aimed straight up at the velvety-gray sky, with dry little flakes of snow drifting down. It also cuts in about halfway through a sentence--]}

--ime to get some winter gear... Hey, network. Please enjoy five minutes of my dog being a spaz.

_{[It swivels down to focus on the plaza-- looks like Heather's walking back to the hotel from work and is finally getting a chance to enjoy the flurries (though she's c-c-c-cold. The whole sleeveless routine won't work for too much longer...). The flagstones are dusted with snow, and-- ... as promised, Cujo is being a spaz.]}

[The orange-colored pup is lying on his side in the snow and just sort of... wriggling in place, snorfling around in the MAGICAL WHITE STUFF THAT IS FALLING FROM THE SKY. After a few seconds or two he suddenly surges upright, butt in the air and ears standing straight up. He stares, glassy-eyed, at the camera for a few seconds, and then lets out an explosive snort and goes tearing off in a random direction.]

['Zilla the toddler Totodile appears on the screen then, slipping and sliding after him through the snow at a laughably slower pace-- changing direction a few times as Cujo goes rocketing past in the opposite direction. Eventually he gives up and comes waddling back to Heather with a frustrated gargle. She laughs.]

Maybe when you get longer legs, buddy-- hey, let's see how Arty likes the snow. Ya like the snow, Arty?

_{[The camera turns and shows... well, this.]}

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.....

.... I think she likes it.

Comments

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Sunny looks up at Heather and beams brightly, spinning about on her little feet.]

I guess. [Shrugs.] She has noodle-y arms.

[foolishwren]

_{[Dawwh, she was pretty~]}

Well, a WEIRD birdinosaur then. Still cute, though.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Pretty cute. I wonder if she'll evolve into something that isn't. [ He's really doubting that. ]

[foolishwren]

Hm... probably not.

... Unless the cute gets traded in for AWESOME!

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

... [ have a hair ruffle, Heather. |3]

[foolishwren]

<sub>[HEEEY WHAT'D SHE SAY, WHAT'D SHE SAY]

[She snorts and ducks her head, flapping a hand at him to fake-fight it off.]</sub>

Whaaat? It's possible!

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Hheh. [ you think like he used to. you are awesome. He turns to open the door for you. ] You should get inside.

[foolishwren]

_{[Ah yes, back when he was YOUNGSNAKE. The very thought.]}

Oh yeah...

<sub>[She laughs a little bit and steps inside the door. She needs to freshen up after work anyway. That place is starting to get CRAZY with holiday shopping...]

[... But then she pokes her head back out.]</sub>

Hey, where are you staying, anyway?

... You'd better not be camping outdoors now that it's getting to be snowy weather like this...

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

I'm not much of an outdoorsman anyway. I'm staying at the hotel. You just haven't seen me there. [Smirk.]

[foolishwren]

_{[... OF COURSE.]}

DAMMIT, Sn-- I mean, Dave!

You and that box.

_{[Just wait, she's going to start sneaking around in HERS, TOO. Just to one-up him. Which will be impossible.]}

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Lets out a few chuckles.]

I gave you one, too. It's your problem if you don't use it.

[foolishwren]

Maybe I WILL.

_{[... Just wait, he's gonna catch her going down hills in it once it's snowed enough.]}

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[FFFFFFFFF. sob BE GOOD TO YOUR BOX.] I'm here if you need training with it.

[foolishwren]

Psh, I don't need to be box-trained.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you do. [ Snake knows about how you failed to box. ]

[foolishwren]

Nu-uh.

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

M-hm. [Smooookes.]

[foolishwren]

Nuh uh times infinit--

<sub>[And about at that point, someone in the lobby yells at Heather to close the door.]

[Heather pauses, sucks her lips inward, and then points at Snake.]</sub>

This isn't over!

_{[Aaaand then she disappears in through the door.]}

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

[Laughs a bit, getting back to smoking.]