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themainframe2013-06-22 10:18 pm
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[Hyokomon's got the feed again, and he's looking rather concerned. Something is clearly wrong, but he still politely bows to the camera. Manners are important too.]
I don't mean to impose, but does anyone happen to know how to wake someone up from a bad sleep? It's my partner- [He moves the camera over to the bed, where there's a soldier in orange sprawled out on the bed. So the Digimon has no idea how to take the armor off what about it.]
Ugh... [Pathetic moaning is pathetic.]
He's been like this since the attacks. I think some wild Digimon jumped him while I was distracted.
Bats...so...many bats...they're everywhere...make them go away...
And it has something to do with his crippling phobia. I've tried different remedies that I know of, but nothing seems to work. Perhaps they had some different means of medicine back in his world-
Potato chips...potato chips and Oreos...
[A noticeable twitch from the chicken.] You're faking it, aren't you sir?
[And he continues like he hasn't been completely caught.] Double stuffed Oreos...not the sissy single stuffed...try looking for triple stuffed... [A sigh and Hyokomon draws out his sword. With a quick jab, the tiny blade punctures Grif's leg, making him jump right off the bed.] OW! What the hell Kissass?
[Sheathing his sword.] Never mind, I'd like to put in a separate request. What I need is a human trainer.
Your mom needs a trainer.
I'm sorry for the trouble. [click]
I don't mean to impose, but does anyone happen to know how to wake someone up from a bad sleep? It's my partner- [He moves the camera over to the bed, where there's a soldier in orange sprawled out on the bed. So the Digimon has no idea how to take the armor off what about it.]
Ugh... [Pathetic moaning is pathetic.]
He's been like this since the attacks. I think some wild Digimon jumped him while I was distracted.
Bats...so...many bats...they're everywhere...make them go away...
And it has something to do with his crippling phobia. I've tried different remedies that I know of, but nothing seems to work. Perhaps they had some different means of medicine back in his world-
Potato chips...potato chips and Oreos...
[A noticeable twitch from the chicken.] You're faking it, aren't you sir?
[And he continues like he hasn't been completely caught.] Double stuffed Oreos...not the sissy single stuffed...try looking for triple stuffed... [A sigh and Hyokomon draws out his sword. With a quick jab, the tiny blade punctures Grif's leg, making him jump right off the bed.] OW! What the hell Kissass?
[Sheathing his sword.] Never mind, I'd like to put in a separate request. What I need is a human trainer.
Your mom needs a trainer.
I'm sorry for the trouble. [click]
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Great, I'm hearing the voices again. Man why can't I have normal things in my dreams and not be thinking about assholes-
[blink blink. Or what can be assumed as him blinking in stunned silence.]
-The fuck are you doing here Wash? [And why aren't you in blue? And who the fuck is babysitting Caboose?]
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Seriously? Look, I know how much we would like to forget the other even exists, I never thought you would take the initiation.
[And while Grif is thinking Wash is just messing around, Hyokomon catches the tone of the other soldier.]
Are you sure you're not mistaking him for someone else?
You're right, I must be thinking about the pizza guy. My bad. [From the over all slow condescending tone and the pause at the end, yeah it's obvious.]
Sarcasm sir?
Of course it's fucking sarcasm who else am I going to mistake a goddamn Freelancer for?
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He's not an asshole like that anyway.
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I don't care if you came from the moon, you're Wash the douchebag Freelancer that killed Donut, and the confused act is getting really annoying.
Do you even know what the Mother of Invention is?
Nope. Probably another base. Because there's never enough of those right.
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Really? Nothing? Pink armor not ringing any bells? Maybe poetry night?
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