five; video; forward-dated to Sunday late morning
private to Jason, an hour before this goes up
Turn on your NV in an hour to see how much Talia has lied to you.
[ The video clicks on and it seems to have caught a rather personal moment between a father and his son. A rather displeased face catches the camera and it looks like there’s another pair of hands fussing at something above him. The face is young, child-like. Not noticing the camera, the person on the video feed begins to speak in a clear and careful tone-frightfully polite-to a person who isn’t quite in frame of the camera just yet. ]
Honestly, father, I am capable of doing this myself, and if I may, I will mention that it will only get messy once more a few moments later.
It's called making a good impression. Sometimes that's useful- stop moving.
[ Then the camera's being picked up and focused properly. First it shows Damian, before an arm comes up from behind the camera and pokes his nose. ]
Look at that, it's already on. Smile for the Port!
[ At his father’s words, Damian is expression changes from displeased to being shocked and surprised by the statement. He hasn’t expected the video to be on just yet. Trying not to being too nervous when he gathers the courage to speak, he eyes the camera. Honestly, he wishes his father wasn’t such a socialite. ]
It seems to be too late for that.
[ He mumbles before properly faces the camera and gives it a shy and weak smile. ] Cheers.
[ The camera tilts a little, and Bruce's face appears - upside down - before it's righted. He looks right into the camera and smirks a little. ]
His name is Damian Wayne. My son. He just came in and if anyone tries to bully him, I will hunt you down. [ There's a burst of a slightly demented smile there before he seems to restrained himself properly with a single breath. ]
Say hi, Port.
Turn on your NV in an hour to see how much Talia has lied to you.
[ The video clicks on and it seems to have caught a rather personal moment between a father and his son. A rather displeased face catches the camera and it looks like there’s another pair of hands fussing at something above him. The face is young, child-like. Not noticing the camera, the person on the video feed begins to speak in a clear and careful tone-frightfully polite-to a person who isn’t quite in frame of the camera just yet. ]
Honestly, father, I am capable of doing this myself, and if I may, I will mention that it will only get messy once more a few moments later.
It's called making a good impression. Sometimes that's useful- stop moving.
[ Then the camera's being picked up and focused properly. First it shows Damian, before an arm comes up from behind the camera and pokes his nose. ]
Look at that, it's already on. Smile for the Port!
[ At his father’s words, Damian is expression changes from displeased to being shocked and surprised by the statement. He hasn’t expected the video to be on just yet. Trying not to being too nervous when he gathers the courage to speak, he eyes the camera. Honestly, he wishes his father wasn’t such a socialite. ]
It seems to be too late for that.
[ He mumbles before properly faces the camera and gives it a shy and weak smile. ] Cheers.
[ The camera tilts a little, and Bruce's face appears - upside down - before it's righted. He looks right into the camera and smirks a little. ]
His name is Damian Wayne. My son. He just came in and if anyone tries to bully him, I will hunt you down. [ There's a burst of a slightly demented smile there before he seems to restrained himself properly with a single breath. ]
Say hi, Port.