Evan (
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capeandcowl2012-08-23 10:33 pm
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006 | A Little Night Music (video)
[the video clicks on and is immediately accompanied by the lovely melodius stylings of ms new booty. with some rustling, evan's face comes into view, scowling and looking completely fucking exhausted.]
Every five minutes. And I'm not just exaggerating here, I mean like, literally, on the five minute mark. For the last three hours.
[he runs a tired hand through his bangs, looking around the apartment.] It's not just from the communicator, either. This thing, the television, my fucking alarm clock... [ev sighs, but there's an irate, growling kind of undertone to it, and glares at the camera. when his face breaks into a smile, it's tight and strained and obviously fake.]
So, whichever of you technopath jokers thought this was a good idea, here's my official warning: cut it the fuck out. It wasn't funny after like, the third time. And I wanted to get some goddam fucking sleep tonight. You get me? [the song, thus far muffled but everpresent, has finally ended. evan breathes a small sigh of relief and makes to turn the communicator off, but before he does, the opening bars of musical classic face down ass up can be heard starting up.]
Every five minutes. And I'm not just exaggerating here, I mean like, literally, on the five minute mark. For the last three hours.
[he runs a tired hand through his bangs, looking around the apartment.] It's not just from the communicator, either. This thing, the television, my fucking alarm clock... [ev sighs, but there's an irate, growling kind of undertone to it, and glares at the camera. when his face breaks into a smile, it's tight and strained and obviously fake.]
So, whichever of you technopath jokers thought this was a good idea, here's my official warning: cut it the fuck out. It wasn't funny after like, the third time. And I wanted to get some goddam fucking sleep tonight. You get me? [the song, thus far muffled but everpresent, has finally ended. evan breathes a small sigh of relief and makes to turn the communicator off, but before he does, the opening bars of musical classic face down ass up can be heard starting up.]