０６__| accidental video; backdated to the 7th

[milesawayfrom]

[ The video footage turns on as Desmond accidentally bumps into the table. He's got a bowl of cereal in his hands and is just about to settle in for a late breakfast. Mainly because he just woke up an hour or so beforehand, due to late night rooftop stalking. Just as he is about to set the bowl down on the table, he winces. Desmond raises his hand

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[lilgreasemonkey]

action;

[ Kaylee doesn't like what she sees and she acts on impulse - out the door and heading upstairs before she can even think. She looks a sight as she knocks on the door, wearing everything that had been within reach. Flowered short dress, combat boots, a long sleeved shirt instead of a jacket and a hoodie scarf - bright green - wrapped haphazardly around her neck. ]

Desmond? Sweetie? Are ya all right?

[milesawayfrom]

[ Thankfully it's not a hangover, otherwise he'd be snapping at Kaylee to not talk so loud. He cracks his eyes open and looks over at Kaylee - blue - then quickly shuts his eyes when the color more or less screams at his eyeballs. ]

I'm fine, Kay. I promise.

[lilgreasemonkey]

Well ya sure don't look fine. [ She steps closer. ] Let's get ya settled properly an' I'll fix ya another bowl.

[milesawayfrom]

Just a hangover. [ He feels around for the table and tries to shove himself up. ]

[lilgreasemonkey]

Some hangover. [ She moves over behind him to try and haul him up, arms wrapped around him. ] I sure hope ya had a real good reason to go drinkin' yourself sideways.

[milesawayfrom]

I hit it pretty hard last night. [ Desmond nods to her and tries opening his eyes just a bit. ] Boredom?

[lilgreasemonkey]

Try somethin' else for that boredom next time. Or come on over an' sit with me. [ Even though it's awkward she doesn't let go of him. It's bad she has experience hauling up drunks but it's coming in handy. Last thing she wants to see is him tumbling again. ]

[milesawayfrom]

I'll be fine, Kay. Seriously. Just help me sit down on the couch.

[lilgreasemonkey]

'til the next time you go havin' a real close talk with your floor. [ But she does at least get them shuffling over to his couch. ]

[milesawayfrom]

Hey, the floor and I happen to be really good friends. We share trusted secrets about moth balls and dust bunnies.

[lilgreasemonkey]

[ She slowly turns him before lowering him to the couch. ] Well I just might have me a good long talk with your friend 'bout how important those secrets really are. It don't seem right to almost crack your brainpan for 'em.

[milesawayfrom]

"Brainpan", huh.

[lilgreasemonkey]

Yep. [ Now that his butt is settled on the couch she lets go and briefly puts her hands on either side of his head. ] Brainpan.

Still want your cereal?

[milesawayfrom]

[ Desmond snorts. He forgot all about the damn cereal. Though, he peaks his eyes open to give her a lopsided grin. ]

Yeah, sure. Just don't spill the milk everywhere like I did.

[lilgreasemonkey]

Well there goes my big plan to go usin' the rest of the milk to even out your spill. Cover the whole floor nice an' proper. [ BUT FINE. No more spilled milk. ]

[milesawayfrom]

You really do like tormenting me, don't you, Kay? [ He kids, he kids. ]