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[The feed opens and it's focused on the back end of a fluffy sheltie as it barrels through the snow and trees at breakneck speed, dragging what looks like a leash tied to... a trash can lid? Somewhere behind the camera, a boy is laughing like he's having the time of his life.
There's a flash of movement across their path, and the dog veers off, and laughter turns to alarm.]
No, no no!
[The small round ball of a boy, and the camera sail through the air as the lid flips, and there's a soft plop and darkness as both land in a snowbank. The camera shifts back and forth as it wiggles, and a moment later it's pulled loose, and a short red haired child with a raccoon skin cloak comes into view.]
Wicker! I'm so sorry, are you okay?
[He doesn't seem to realize this is being broadcasted across the network as he dusts the snow off his Omen. There's a very disgruntled sounding meow as the camera focuses on Billie, rosy cheeked and absolutely covered in snow from head to toe.]
I said I was sorry!
[Very deliberately, the cat turns around, and sits with her back to Billie, and after another apology from the boy, steals a glance back at him. After a few moments, the dog careens back into view, heading straight for the Omen, its mouth is open, and its tongue is lolling out happily. The cat stands up, and gives an impressive sounding scream as the dog bowls her over, licking her, and the camera, all over.
Someone's Omen is not having her very favourite day ever.]
There's a flash of movement across their path, and the dog veers off, and laughter turns to alarm.]
No, no no!
[The small round ball of a boy, and the camera sail through the air as the lid flips, and there's a soft plop and darkness as both land in a snowbank. The camera shifts back and forth as it wiggles, and a moment later it's pulled loose, and a short red haired child with a raccoon skin cloak comes into view.]
Wicker! I'm so sorry, are you okay?
[He doesn't seem to realize this is being broadcasted across the network as he dusts the snow off his Omen. There's a very disgruntled sounding meow as the camera focuses on Billie, rosy cheeked and absolutely covered in snow from head to toe.]
I said I was sorry!
[Very deliberately, the cat turns around, and sits with her back to Billie, and after another apology from the boy, steals a glance back at him. After a few moments, the dog careens back into view, heading straight for the Omen, its mouth is open, and its tongue is lolling out happily. The cat stands up, and gives an impressive sounding scream as the dog bowls her over, licking her, and the camera, all over.
Someone's Omen is not having her very favourite day ever.]
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I thought Billie was taking a nap.
I lost the notif for this?? Sorry I'm stupid late
The look he gives Vyng is 'kid caught with his hand in the candy jar after being told no for the tenth time' level guilt. Oops.]
Oh. Hi. I was asleep. I woke up.
no worries!
—Oh. Hey, bud. Did you have fun?
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Are you okay? Did you break anything?
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Yeah! It was fun! Well. Mostly.
[Okay, flying into a snowbank was less fun, but he's fine.
He gives Tuck a suspiciously innocent look.]
I didn't break anything.
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There's a lot of padding on the kid. He may have overlooked something. ]
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Yeeeeaaah. I think next time, I'll leave Wicker home.
[Oops. He probably shouldn't have said next time. Quick! Cover up!]
There was a lady on the network? She checked to see if I was okay too. She was really nice. She's missing her little girl, though.
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[Hmm. Vyng glances over at Tuck.]
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Was she hot?
[ yw Vyng. ]
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[With Billie's eyes as wide as saucers, it's not hard to tell which one of those statements makes him the most excited.]