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vulpesvivus) wrote2013-02-11 03:57 pm
vulpesvivus) wrote2013-02-11 03:57 pm
☮ 071; [video/audio]
[Tap tap. Tap tap tap taptaptaptap--]
[It was a Chatot that turned on the Pokegear by relentlessly pecking at it--why? Attention, probably. When she realized it was finally recording, the bird ruffled her multicolored feathers and whistled a sudden noise of alarm as she fluttered both wings.]
[Most of the video was dominated by the small bird's face uncomfortably close to the screen as she continued making odd chirping sounds, but if one looked carefully enough it wouldn't be difficult to see the local turtleneck-wearing mechanical engineer packing the usual supplies along with various mechanical god-only-knew-what with a downcast expression. Oblivious, the Chatot in front of the camera kept right on strutting around and showing off for the network. Hey, if her trainer wasn't going to pay attention, someone probably would.]
[Shortly after, the screen shifted and went black; most likely put into a pocket or something similar.]
C'mon, Emma. Let's get out of here, okay?
[The fluttering of wings could be heard again; most likely the Chatot hopping up to her somewhat despondent Trainer's shoulder. She started to whistle again, that song heard until the video cut out a minute later.]
[It was a Chatot that turned on the Pokegear by relentlessly pecking at it--why? Attention, probably. When she realized it was finally recording, the bird ruffled her multicolored feathers and whistled a sudden noise of alarm as she fluttered both wings.]
[Most of the video was dominated by the small bird's face uncomfortably close to the screen as she continued making odd chirping sounds, but if one looked carefully enough it wouldn't be difficult to see the local turtleneck-wearing mechanical engineer packing the usual supplies along with various mechanical god-only-knew-what with a downcast expression. Oblivious, the Chatot in front of the camera kept right on strutting around and showing off for the network. Hey, if her trainer wasn't going to pay attention, someone probably would.]
[Shortly after, the screen shifted and went black; most likely put into a pocket or something similar.]
C'mon, Emma. Let's get out of here, okay?
[The fluttering of wings could be heard again; most likely the Chatot hopping up to her somewhat despondent Trainer's shoulder. She started to whistle again, that song heard until the video cut out a minute later.]
[video]
[Kind of... haunting for some reason.]
[video]
Is it? I guess she must've picked it up from me at some point.
[video]
[video]