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prismatica2020-08-13 01:51 pm
pushpin) wrote in prismatica2020-08-13 01:51 pm
video — un: dontannoyme
So. I'm havin' a little problem.
[ hey there Prismatica, welcome to Mo Guanshan's kitchen: modest, lived-in, homey. it smells like garlic and ginger and red pepper approximately all the time. Guanshan himself seems to be in little more than pajamas and since it's the afternoon on a day off, he probably just woke up. ]
Check this out.
[ he pans over, and laid out on his tabletop are the following: the broken remains of a coffee mug, a cabinet door handle ripped off its hinges with wood still clinging to the screws, and a metal spatula and pan literally bent in half, all lined up neatly one after the other like some weird museum display. a quick and knowing eye might catch the bracelet that's the source of all these mishaps, but it's wrapped on his wrist unassumingly with two others, an eclectic little collection. ]
What the fuck happened? Did somebody shoot me up with steroids when I wasn't lookin'? Who does that, sneaks into a dude's house and syringes him chock full'a juice while he's sleepin'? Who would sleep through that?!
[ not the most educated guess, but it makes more sense to him than reality at the moment. ]
[ hey there Prismatica, welcome to Mo Guanshan's kitchen: modest, lived-in, homey. it smells like garlic and ginger and red pepper approximately all the time. Guanshan himself seems to be in little more than pajamas and since it's the afternoon on a day off, he probably just woke up. ]
Check this out.
[ he pans over, and laid out on his tabletop are the following: the broken remains of a coffee mug, a cabinet door handle ripped off its hinges with wood still clinging to the screws, and a metal spatula and pan literally bent in half, all lined up neatly one after the other like some weird museum display. a quick and knowing eye might catch the bracelet that's the source of all these mishaps, but it's wrapped on his wrist unassumingly with two others, an eclectic little collection. ]
What the fuck happened? Did somebody shoot me up with steroids when I wasn't lookin'? Who does that, sneaks into a dude's house and syringes him chock full'a juice while he's sleepin'? Who would sleep through that?!
[ not the most educated guess, but it makes more sense to him than reality at the moment. ]
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