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Reinhardt Wilhelm ([personal profile] hammernhasslehoff) wrote in [community profile] prismatica2019-08-10 05:14 pm

Video | Forward dated to the 12th

Mal sehen, ob ich mich erinnere.... Otacon! I have for you an update on what the shift is for me, during Iris.

[The man ducks his head just a touch, and the base of what appear to be very large, very imposing antlers are visible for a moment. Apparently it would take a bit of effort to actually display the entire rack, just judging by the sheer girth of the base of those antlers. Less visible, but still obviously there? The base of a pair of fluffy, off white colored lop ears.]

I would show you in person, if you like, but I would need eh... A little bit of time to get ready. Leaving the apartment has become... a bit more complicated than usual. I am not clear on the anatomy of antlers, I do not think you can just file them down to fit through doors.

... Ah, with complicated in mind! Gabriel, I have a favor I would like to ask of you! I will pay you back, I have no button up shirts. Would you be able to get one or... three for me? I did not come prepared for this, I fear.
cadeuces: love is really nothing (or a tiny infinity)

[personal profile] cadeuces 2019-09-02 10:17 am (UTC)(link)
I'm glad you've had someone under your wing; she seems to have grown up into a wonderful young lady. It's good she minded you.

( Angela's quite certain there are zero sixty-one year old men in as good a shape as Reinhardt, really. She hears the fondness in his voice as he speaks of Brigitte and she remembers the young woman here, fidgeting in her kitchen and re-washing dishes as she grilled Angela on what to do over liking a boy, and she just smiles softly. It would've been good to see them here, together, but she's sure Brigitte would have possibly exploded in embarrassment with her godfather and "liege" on hand to gauge her partners and swear them to good behavior.

Perhaps it's for the best. Now, those pictures... she'd transferred some over to this new device, so let her fish some up. It's mostly campsites and other doctors around little fires, the occasional picture of her in formal dresses sleek over the shape of her body presented with some award or check or another. Some posing with soldiers or militia boys grinning with chocolate bars in hand. )


It was about the same as it's been for the past handful of decades, really, but the volunteers were all wonderful people. We made some good progress with the villages we visited in getting vaccinations distributed and caring for the wounded, so it wasn't all so bad. Here, this one is the Sultan of Oman. He was a bit too premature to exhibit his waltz lessons; he stepped on my feet quite often.

( Now, his turn! She's looking back up to him expectantly, both to see his reaction and to prompt him to share a bit, too. )