027 [accidental video]

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[When the screen first pops on, all that can be seen is a black nose. There's some sniffing at the camera, before the owner of said nose sits back--it's Koschei the kitten, who appears to have turned on the PCD by himself.

Another thing of note on the screen is in the corner of the image, where the Master can be seen sitting on a bed, holding a blood soaked rag to his ankle. He's talking to himself, clearly not amused.]

Who puts a bloody bear trap in the middle of the damned street.

[Koschei looks back at the Master before turning back to the camera, staring at it pointedly until it times out.]

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Um, what? [He moves off of him, sitting down on the bed beside him, changing his focus of attention to the cats. Who are happy to be scratched behind the ears.]

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[He clears his throat slightly awkwardly and rubs the back of his head.]

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Problem? [Kittehhhh.]

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Noooope. [He pops the 'p']

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Of course not, my little naive fool. [The cats meow with some amusement.]

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Oi! [He sits up and scowls, shoving the Master lightly.]

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[He's just laughing at that.] Whatever happens to be the problem?

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

I'm not little, naive, or a fool, Master. [pout]

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Really? You consistently manage to prove to me otherwise.

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You're acting very....familiar today.

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Familiar?

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You're acting like...I dunno. Familiar. Like we've been friends all our lives'.

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[Stare.]

I don't know, perhaps because we have been.

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Perhaps, but not like this. It's been more of a love-hate relationship, wouldn't you say? Heavy on the hate.

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[He gives a shrug.]

Oh, that, I agree on. And I still do hate you, don't get me wrong.

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Hm. Well I hate you too. [grin]

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I can tell just how much you hate me, what with the running like a headless chicken back home at the fact that I got a scratch.

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[hideyosammich.livejournal.com]

Definitely hate.

I'm not like a headless chicken.

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You have a tendency to run around like one sometimes. All that energy, you're like a hyperactive child after far too much sugar.

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You're just jealous.

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Jealous of what?

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My energy. [grin]

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I've plenty enough for myself.

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Sure you do.

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Though I could always use more in order to deal with you.