piercethecharts: (oh kamina put your pants back on)
Sheryl Nome ([personal profile] piercethecharts) wrote2010-10-03 10:27 pm

onze. [ video ]

[ The camera angle is wide enough to catch both Sheryl, standing on the porch next to a boy with a long ponytail, and Ranka, sitting by the shore, talking to a rather fabulous black man with an afro. It's sunset, and Ranka looks down, but she's speaking too quietly to be heard.

Sheryl and the boy are both watching her; he says something, and then, without warning, she kisses him. Ranka, having turned around at just the right moment, looks shocked; the boy freezes as Sheryl pulls away. Then she dances away a few steps more, bursting into giggles. ]


What? You said it yourself, didn't you? It's just a kiss! Don't make that serious face!

[ As she starts to run off the porch, laughing, Ranka walks off down the dock and says something to a bearded man with a substantial entourage; he grabs her hand and pumps it up and down.

A male voice, close by: ]


Hmm? Guess she took it, huh? --What do you mean the light's on, I didn't press-- ahh, must have hit record by accident.

[ Apparently this was being recorded by one of the film crew's cameras; some fumbling noises, and the feed ends ]

[identity profile] aburningspirit.livejournal.com 2010-10-04 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[...aw, that was a low blow. he goes from hurt to borderline furious to deflated in the space of fifteen seconds. he knows good and well that if he doesn't do something now that might be it; boom, bam, no more sheryl. call it manly intuition. kamina sits up straight, swallows, and clears his throat.] ...I am.

[identity profile] aburningspirit.livejournal.com 2010-10-04 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[there's the slightest blush on his face that no amount of bluster will be able to cover up.] Good.

Kinda--nah. 'm glad.

[identity profile] aburningspirit.livejournal.com 2010-10-04 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
You got my word.