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taxonomites2010-04-08 11:29 pm
inquitvigiliant.livejournal.com) wrote in taxonomites2010-04-08 11:29 pm
[location: Library/accidental visual] i will get into your head and every day out of your bed
A video feed cuts on suddenly, the image wobbling around and accompanied by a high-pitched beeping for a moment, until it settles into stability and silence. The screen shows a wide-angle view of a double bed, occupied by two bodies, one of which is a grumbling Giles, sitting up and rubbing a hand over his face.
"Honestly I can't understand why we can't just use alarm clocks like normal people."
Having apparently awakened enough to drag himself out of bed, he wanders across the room, clad only in a t-shirt and boxers, and opens the doors on a small old-fashioned wardrobe. "You haven't been burning my coats again, have you?"
"Not this morning," is the answer from behind Giles, emerging from a cocoon of blankets and pillows as Ethan reluctantly squints at the notion of consciousness, his voice still thick with sleep.
"Mm." Giles groggily pushes around some items on hangers. "So I can expect to find everything exactly as I left it last night?"
"You didn't really like those elbow patches," Ethan says thoughtfully to the ceiling, rolling onto his back instead of venturing out of bed. There's an ease to their bickering banter, a comfortable familiarity, and yes, he burned one of Giles's coats.
[ooc: Guess whose glitch begins today! Open for tablet-based trolling, yes indeed.]
"Honestly I can't understand why we can't just use alarm clocks like normal people."
Having apparently awakened enough to drag himself out of bed, he wanders across the room, clad only in a t-shirt and boxers, and opens the doors on a small old-fashioned wardrobe. "You haven't been burning my coats again, have you?"
"Not this morning," is the answer from behind Giles, emerging from a cocoon of blankets and pillows as Ethan reluctantly squints at the notion of consciousness, his voice still thick with sleep.
"Mm." Giles groggily pushes around some items on hangers. "So I can expect to find everything exactly as I left it last night?"
"You didn't really like those elbow patches," Ethan says thoughtfully to the ceiling, rolling onto his back instead of venturing out of bed. There's an ease to their bickering banter, a comfortable familiarity, and yes, he burned one of Giles's coats.
[ooc: Guess whose glitch begins today! Open for tablet-based trolling, yes indeed.]