Umino Iruka [うみのイルカ] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dolphinsensei) wrote2014-01-19 11:51 am
dolphinsensei) wrote2014-01-19 11:51 am
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[The video is completely accidental and the feed starts with a view of what looks like an alley, large bins, crates, cardboard boxes and whatnot. In the middle of it, stands Iruka, his back to the unassuming journal, hand stretched out to one side and fingers poised to yank out a few feathers.
Which iruka does.
And like a hen who's had a few feathers plucked, Iruka sort of just starts to thwack his head with his fist a few times, before biting down on it, an attempt to keep himself silent from the unexpected sting because well, clearly doing anything more like say, yanking the wing off would be stupid.
Iruka then just sort of tries to stick the feathers back in place but then they end up just drifting down to the ground. There is a sigh before the video freezes for a moment when Iruka sort of accidentally steps on the journal, frame freezing with the view Iruka's sweatpants clad ass.
When the video restarts roughly almost a minute later, the face that comes to view is one that scowling in concentration, breath misting from the cold topped with hair damp and standing in all kinds of direction. Iruka looks frazzled, possibly distressed and the flush on his cheeks deepens with each ticking second and the more he is exposed to the cold.
Iruka is also muttering to himself. Apparently, waking up with wings isn't his cup of tea.]
Little ingrates. Ball-less, fucking slimy, greaseball of a halfwit scumbag.
[The video freezes again when Iruka rotates it and taps on the lens before it cuts off completely.]
Which iruka does.
And like a hen who's had a few feathers plucked, Iruka sort of just starts to thwack his head with his fist a few times, before biting down on it, an attempt to keep himself silent from the unexpected sting because well, clearly doing anything more like say, yanking the wing off would be stupid.
Iruka then just sort of tries to stick the feathers back in place but then they end up just drifting down to the ground. There is a sigh before the video freezes for a moment when Iruka sort of accidentally steps on the journal, frame freezing with the view Iruka's sweatpants clad ass.
When the video restarts roughly almost a minute later, the face that comes to view is one that scowling in concentration, breath misting from the cold topped with hair damp and standing in all kinds of direction. Iruka looks frazzled, possibly distressed and the flush on his cheeks deepens with each ticking second and the more he is exposed to the cold.
Iruka is also muttering to himself. Apparently, waking up with wings isn't his cup of tea.]
Little ingrates. Ball-less, fucking slimy, greaseball of a halfwit scumbag.
[The video freezes again when Iruka rotates it and taps on the lens before it cuts off completely.]
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[This is said in a whisper. They are intense words, though.]
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...But an especially vulnerable one!
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There was only one incident last year, when a number of the local spirits possessed us. During that period, our wings temporarily grew large enough to fly with ease! So I am sure that with a proper amount of hardwork and training, the wings can be worked into such a shape once more!
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[Iruka attempts to speak but then just stops for a moment.]
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[An inhale.]
Lee-kun, I have to admit I am a little worried about the things that happens here based on your description. And while I understand taking it in stride and being positive, it's still... well...
[Ah, please understand his apprehension.]
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