shadowdive | 8 // [minun-cam! aka video]

[While the video opens up with Minun's face being pressed up against the feed, the little Pokemon gives a hushed chitter, a somewhat worried look on his face. Pulling the Gear along the ground for a few moments, Minun props it up against a rock, pointing the feed across the basement where Vanitas could be seen.

It's a little hard to make out from waaaaaaaaaaay over here, but it looks like partial bath time? He's got his head dipped into an old bucket, scrubbing furiously at his hair for a few minutes longer before sitting up and flipping the wet spikes back.

Where they promptly start to fluff up again, despite being soaked.

On reaching up and discovering this, he lets out an incredibly irritated sound. Vanitas then reaches and digs into his bag nearby, sourly muttering something akin to 'enough of this', and draws out the little survival knife he picked up on his last pickpocketing adventure.

Grabbing a large hunk of spike, he hacks it off effortlessly, and promptly reaches for another.

Someone tell him it's a bad idea to cut his own hair.]

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What in the worlds are you doing?

[Sorry, he's on the other side of the room.

At least the voice caught his attention enough in the middle of hacking the second largest spike he could gather, turning around and narrowing his eyes in the direction of the Gear. It's hard to miss the BLINKING RED LIGHT in the darkness of the other side of the room.

The narrowed gaze gets a squeak out of Minun, who promptly ducks behind the Gear.]

What in the worlds makes you think I need to explain myself?

[He is, however, getting up and starting to walk over so he can turn the darned thing off.]

Did I ever claim you needed to?

You asked. [Rolls his eyes and reaches down... but then the Gear gets dragged out of reach! Gdmit Minun. The critter drags the device by the strap, racing up into the rafters out of reach, though the video winds up skewed and staring off into the normal nighttime sky.

Sorry if you just got motion sick there!]

Runt, get down here!

[He doesn't even know what that is, no worries]

I asked what you're doing, not why.

... Are you sure that's a good idea to attempt on your own?

[Well, with Minun keeping the Gear out of reach, he has to either answer or ignore. With the camera getting adjusted again, the Pokemon chitters a bit at his trainer who is replying with a scowl that is getting more and more sour.]

What does it look like I'm doing, stupid? [Holding up a gob of hair, he throws it then, earning a startled sound out of Minun who just thundershocks the crap out of it.]

...Honestly? Making a mess.

[Give him a moment, he's pausing in the middle of hacking off another large chunk to look around for the voice. Eventually he's turning, frowning at the red light blinking and narrowing his gaze at the critter who ducks behind the gear.]

I don't care. It's getting done.

[And with that, he finishes slicing off that second handful, tossing it aside. Though when he reaches for another thick handful, he stops and shakes the back of his shirt, grouching about the hair getting itchy. Yeah, this isn't going to last long, he's going to stab the knife into the ground and drag the shirt off to attempt to brush the stray locks off his back and neck.

What a view, amirite? Oh wait, firelight is giving the most spectacular view of... old scars and bruises stretched all across and over his back. And by old, I mean old. They most likely are not from being here in Johto.]

Rather I throw it in the fire? [That comes out as a sneer, before he's stepping onto a broken beam to try and reach up at the Gear, only to have it pulled out of reach. His expression is turning nasty at this 'keep-away' his Pokemon is pulling, and his grip is just getting tighter on that survival knife.]

That's not what I mean. Your hair looks strange with patches missing.

I don't care how it looks, so long as it doesn't look like his anymore. [Yeah, reaching for the Gear again, but when Minun pulls it away again, he hops up and outright slaps it away from the little Pokemon, knocking Minun down in the process.

Who knows he's in some deep. poop. Yeah, Pokemon is gonna bolt across the room now, Gear abandoned where Vanitas can pick it up now without any trouble.]

[He frowns when he hears that swat, but he won't comment on it for now]

Yours is black, anyone knows the difference.

Good God, don't do that!

[With the Gear in hand, it's easier to see him up close and he looks nothing but weird with a few of those larger side spikes missing on one side.]

It's disgusting. [Wanting my original face back, kthx.]

[Turning and looking, he makes a sour expression and lops off another large chunk.]

It's mine, I can do whatever I want to it.

But you don't want to look ridiculous instead, do you?

A-ack! Sir, you're just going to make it look bad if you do that!

[ NO VANITAS DON'T DO IT ]

[Narrowing his eyes again, he just looks like a sour, frumpy child.] I don't care. [He does, only if people start laughing. Then he might kick some ass.]

[Glancing back, Vanitas is going to finish hacking off this second handful of hair now, stretching his arm out and opening his hand to drop the large tuft on the ground. Without saying anything, he's reaching up then to grab another handful, turning away.]

-- Your back-- [ completely involuntarily, at that. ]

You might, since you'd be stuck with it.

[ wincing ]

Please just--make sure it's wet next time...?

[ THIS IS LIKE WATCHING A TRAIN CRASH ]

Oh, do go on, that's gonna look hilarious when you're finished.

[...what, was he supposed to dissuade the guy?]

It looks good!

[ trololololol. ]

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