Setsura Yamaguchi | 山口 節羅 (
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I'm looking for my -- [ "leaf," wait -- no one but her and Lewin has any inkling what the hell that means, so, and smoothly for all that she sounds more than less on the urgent side ] -- Lightning. Iris... really gets away with him.
[ As though that explains everything. She glances at the camera. Her hair is utterly windswept, some of the feathers in it dancing as she walks the streets, her steps brisk, purposeful. Her nose? Red. She's been out for a while now, the black feathers of her collar tugged snug against her neck. Straight to the chase. ]
If you're from Earth, you may recognize him as American. Mm, he's about [ please hold, she's crunching this in her head ] one hundred and seventy-seven centimeters. [ She's certain. ] He's --
[ Here, that's what her hand says as she grinds to a halt and tugs the camera back so her audience can see. She makes an even cut through the air above and beside her, like she knows exactly where, how he fits with her. Like that helps anyone figure out anything other than the fact that she's short if they're attentive to her height against background details. ]
-- this tall, but he's not bulky or too slight. [ And she's stepping again, talking as she turns an ear in listening and scans the area with keen eyes. Holding little things back. ]
You might not be able to tell because he dresses like a hobo. I'm not exaggerating. There's holes and stains in his clothes and he doesn't care about fashion at all. Tee shirts, capris, boots -- you can find him in layers sometimes and his shoes won't be clean. If they are, it's not him.
He has... so much black hair and it's always so messy. [ But it doesn't sound like she minds? ] It's always in front of his eyes, so you can't see them most of the time. [ A glance. Look. ] I cannot emphasize how messy it is. It looks like he hasn't brushed it in a week, maybe ever. [ She's gesturing with her free hand, outlining a shape at her head now. ] Iris gives him these... bat ears. They're huge, about as big as his head put together, and they stick out a bit, like this. They're really furry! [ Who's excited? Fond?? Sobering a little. ] He's usually got this big smile or a grin on his face that'll show off a mouth full of pointy teeth now. His voice is a lot like his expression. It's big, real cheerful with a thick accent, Texan if that means anything to you. That twang is distinct from anything around here. [ She's fond. Oh! ] And he's got stubble. His face is unshaven, but there's no substantial mustache or beard. [ Yet. ]
Has anyone seen him? [ She gives the camera her full attention now, exhales a small cloud of white. Please, if you've seen her idiot hobo... ]
[ As though that explains everything. She glances at the camera. Her hair is utterly windswept, some of the feathers in it dancing as she walks the streets, her steps brisk, purposeful. Her nose? Red. She's been out for a while now, the black feathers of her collar tugged snug against her neck. Straight to the chase. ]
If you're from Earth, you may recognize him as American. Mm, he's about [ please hold, she's crunching this in her head ] one hundred and seventy-seven centimeters. [ She's certain. ] He's --
[ Here, that's what her hand says as she grinds to a halt and tugs the camera back so her audience can see. She makes an even cut through the air above and beside her, like she knows exactly where, how he fits with her. Like that helps anyone figure out anything other than the fact that she's short if they're attentive to her height against background details. ]
-- this tall, but he's not bulky or too slight. [ And she's stepping again, talking as she turns an ear in listening and scans the area with keen eyes. Holding little things back. ]
You might not be able to tell because he dresses like a hobo. I'm not exaggerating. There's holes and stains in his clothes and he doesn't care about fashion at all. Tee shirts, capris, boots -- you can find him in layers sometimes and his shoes won't be clean. If they are, it's not him.
He has... so much black hair and it's always so messy. [ But it doesn't sound like she minds? ] It's always in front of his eyes, so you can't see them most of the time. [ A glance. Look. ] I cannot emphasize how messy it is. It looks like he hasn't brushed it in a week, maybe ever. [ She's gesturing with her free hand, outlining a shape at her head now. ] Iris gives him these... bat ears. They're huge, about as big as his head put together, and they stick out a bit, like this. They're really furry! [ Who's excited? Fond?? Sobering a little. ] He's usually got this big smile or a grin on his face that'll show off a mouth full of pointy teeth now. His voice is a lot like his expression. It's big, real cheerful with a thick accent, Texan if that means anything to you. That twang is distinct from anything around here. [ She's fond. Oh! ] And he's got stubble. His face is unshaven, but there's no substantial mustache or beard. [ Yet. ]
Has anyone seen him? [ She gives the camera her full attention now, exhales a small cloud of white. Please, if you've seen her idiot hobo... ]
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[That sounds a tad bit ominous.
And if you know why, don't ASK why and just GET THEM.]
Chocolate, hazelnut and mint. Cookies I want chocolate truffles.
[............]
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[ Is his partner Iris or on his period? He can’t tell now. Especially since it really is “that time of the month”. ]
I don’t think truffles are cookies but sure, why not?
[ Seriously what was this conversation now? Sorry, Setsura. ]
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[Listen, that is not something to be discussed public!...and get the tissues.]
Well, it's the same thing. They are sweets.
Take anything, so long it's chocolate.
[Souji is sorry too.]
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You sound like a girl on their period, partner.
[ And he’s so very obviously trying not to laugh. ]
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Souji hangs up.]
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-in the most sweetest, girly tone ever- ]
A pair of stockings and a new bra would be wonderful too. If you don't mind, dear.
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Wh-?!
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[ He never wanted to hear that voice again ever since that stupid group date cafe!! It was weird. ]
I’m not getting you anything!!
[ Yes he is. ]
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[ He sounds incredibly petulant and pouty. ]
And that’s my partner I told you about, Souji Seta. He only just got here during cordis last month.
[ So while Setsura was holing herself up. ]
He’s Iris so after the moons I can introduce you.
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[ She sounds incredibly firm. She also sounds like she's going to conveniently skip over the fact that she was largely self-isolating during that period. She's past that. ]
That's him, hm? I'll look forward to it, then. [ And here it comes, Yo-chan. ]
And to hearing the full, uncensored story about your fall and rise out of the garbage can, of course.
[ Weep. ]
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Sorry to burst your bubble but there isn’t some longer uncensored version of the story. Riding a bike while holding an umbrella is not a good idea. So of course I crashed my bike and the trash can broke my fall. But since I went in head first, I couldn’t get out and Souji was the only one who helped me out. He was also the new guy in town and I’d wanted a friend. The rest is history.
You’re the one making your boyfriend sound like he still lives in a trashcan, Setsu-nee. [ The reason for his teasing. ] Did you manage to find him, anyway?
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If that's how you chose to interpret my words, that's on you. [ There's something very cool about that first statement, but she segues right into... ] Would you prefer I give you the uncut, poetic descriptions from the many ballads I've written about him? Something a little more embellished while I continue on my way in pursuit of this heart pounding romance?
[ Did her voice just ~*~sparkle~*~? It did. For the love of all things holy and not, know when your big sister is kidding. ]
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Tch [ His voice is just dripping with sarcasm as the sounds of more items being dropped into the basket are heard. ] Yes, that's exactly what I wanna hear. You waxing poetic about your Texan hobo. Just how I wanted to spend my afternoon after grocery shopping.
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I'm sorry also ;audio
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Hey!! You-!! [ Ugh, this wasn’t fair and he sucks at combacks when he’s flustered ] Y-You and your stupid cutsey scarf [ Yeah he sees the video ] can go shove off! Stop laughin’!!
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Damn straight it's cute. Y'know, you coulda just rolled with it.
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[ aka it freaked him out and not even in the no-homo way. It’s literally just because he never expects a near perfect girl voice to come outta that mouth and then it happens.
Also he’s totally putting those truffle cookies in the basket even though he said he wouldn’t and oh look, chocolate, hazelnut, and mint ice cream. ]
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[Oh no, he's cackling again.]
Shit. I like this guy.
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[ He snorted and smiled wryly. ]
Well yeah, you should. He’s my best friend for a reason.
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[He'll continue to talk in that saccharine voice until Yosuke hangs up.]
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[ He likes your deep manly voice, okay!!
Wait...]
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[Maybe you should tell him that]
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I prefer that... sheesh...
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Haha, sorry, sorry. [He's back to his normal voice.] By the way, no need for undergarments, thanks. [Can you hear him grin even over the phone?]
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