[Accidental Video]

[whatwas]

[The PCD is set on a bedside table, so nothing is really the center of focus. The part of the window in view is carefully boarded up, and the bed is large and clean. And occupied.

Horst wakes the moment the sun is gone, just a twitch of the fingers at first and then a groggy mumble. He rolls onto his side, instinctively moving towards warmth. Yuca is next to him, though very much awake; the PCD can't see much of him at first, though.

Horst's arm snakes around Yuca's waist and pulls him closer.]

Hey. Fancy meeting you here.

...House is quiet. What'd you do with the kids?

[He sees the blinking light, makes a face, and turns the PCD off]

Comments

[video]

[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

What are you willing to pay?

[video]

[snarkypotions]

Name your offer.

[video]

[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

...

I want comics. New issues. No lame heroes like Superman either. I'm talking Wolverine.

[video]

[snarkypotions]

And let's say I were able to get these Wolverine comics for you... What would you do in return?

[video]

[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

Arm wrestle. Chicken fight. Tight rope walk. Fight to the death.

[video]

[snarkypotions]

_{[Another barely there smirk.]}

All quite interesting skills of course. I shall have to see what I can do about finding those comics then.

_{[Looking for a reason to spoil his nephew a bit? Absolutely not.]}

[video]

[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

You shall, you shall~

[D'aaaw. You almost make him feel guilty for calling you Greaseball. Almost.]

[video]

[snarkypotions]

_{[It's okay, he calls you the wriggly eel sometimes. It's... their genetically passed on way of showing love?]}

[video]

[kill-joo-ded.livejournal.com]

[It's sad how well that nickname fits. But yes!]