Action & Video ---> And now for something *completely different*
[Hello Luceti. Enjoying the normalcy after the shift? Oh well, nothing stays normal long here. And so we have Elvis, giving a rooftop performance to put U2 to shame. Really, why the Malnosso decided to kidnap an Elvis impersonator or turn someone into one is probably not a good thing to question. Especially since the truth is far far stranger and doesn't even involve the Malnosso at all.]
[Still, if you're a fan of rock'n'roll, Elvis, Las Vegas, Elvis impersonators (because Elvis was not that short, not that light-haired, and the accent is clearly a little forced), or just impromptu rooftop jam sessions, enjoy this. Who knows, they might even take requests!]
[And otherwise, Elvis will leave the building and go about the village, wiggling hips and playing the guitar.]
[Please feel free to ask why. Just. Why.]
You ain't nothing but a hooooound dog!
CRYING all the tiiime!
You ain't nothin' but a hoooound dog!
Crying aaaaall the time!
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit, and you ain't no friend of mine!
YEAH!
Well-a, thank ya. Thank ya very much. [That accent man...]
[Still, if you're a fan of rock'n'roll, Elvis, Las Vegas, Elvis impersonators (because Elvis was not that short, not that light-haired, and the accent is clearly a little forced), or just impromptu rooftop jam sessions, enjoy this. Who knows, they might even take requests!]
[And otherwise, Elvis will leave the building and go about the village, wiggling hips and playing the guitar.]
[Please feel free to ask why. Just. Why.]
You ain't nothing but a hooooound dog!
CRYING all the tiiime!
You ain't nothin' but a hoooound dog!
Crying aaaaall the time!
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit, and you ain't no friend of mine!
YEAH!
Well-a, thank ya. Thank ya very much. [That accent man...]
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He smiled at her question, a little weary, but figures that there's no reason to lie. They were the only link for each other to their world now, and it would be stupid to waste that.]
Not as dizzy, but still not walking straight. We both know that's gonna be there for a while. As for the other...? [He wiggles the fingers of his right hand, still tender because of the bruises that he earned from the battle in 46.] Let's just say its kind of fucked ten times to Sunday right now, but that should be better too. Eventually.
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Idiot.
[But it's a little affectionate. You know, for Fujiko.]
Here, give me a cigarette. [Holds out a hand and grabs a seat up next to him.]
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[He fishes out his pack regardless and palms it off.]
We're gonna have to go outside if we smoke. Another person's house...you know the drill.
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So I finally got my traps back up after that shift.
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Damn, she was cruel!
He slipped the pack away, for later. There was always later.]
That's good about the traps--we don't need to worry about anyone coming to steal you away then. You don't have too many up, do you? Last time I was in, it was looking like a bigger health hazard than usual.
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I could probably out maneuver Catherine Zeta Jones for laser traps now though. With my eyes closed.
Think it'd catch Sean Connery's eye~?
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You're prettier than all of the girls that Bond ends up playing around with anyway.
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And that is not a biased opinion whatsoever~
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[She was welcome to guess why.]
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I think I like a man who keeps doing stupid things with his hands.