Seventh Killing Spirit 〰 [Accidental Video]

[totallygay]

[A nice clean living room is broadcasting, showing a couch and a coffee table, and the edge of a TV. Upon the Coffee table is a gathering of legos and a somewhat elaborate diorama of an ocean and lands of some sort as well as a toy horse. There are a few clothes hanging by the window to dry, despite it not being open. It's too cold for that. The bizarre thing about all of this might not be noticeable to just anyone, but those who know him or have been in his apartment may recognize the clothes hanging up belong to America.

That's right. This clean apartment is America's.

Scared yet?

Don't worry. The world hasn't ended. You've not been drugged and you're not hallucinating.

There is the sound of footsteps for a moment before Tatsumi is seen, wearing a dark apron that he is borrowing from the Northern Lights, and is holding a few folded towels. Off screen he goes again for a few moments, where a cupboard door can be heard opening and closing, before he crosses back and flops onto the couch.

SNAP!

Tatsumi falls sideways and rolls down the couch as it tilts. As soon as he can, he jumps to his feet and darts his eyes around in shock. The werepire relaxes when he realizes it was simply the poor abused couch's leg finally giving away.]

Oh.

Oops.

I guess I forgot about that...

[He sighs a bit tiredly before adjusting his apron and walking off screen again.]

Comments

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[starspangledhero]

Yeah!

[ Slowly adopting Tatsumi's vernacular. Aren't you proud?

He repositions his arms to better support the werepire, hooking an arm under his rear and the other against his back. Somehow he does this without dropping him. Don't question me or the laws of physics.

America has a big ol' grin on his face. Looks like he's forgotten his early freak out over the cleanness... for now. ]

I'm still kinda sleepy anyway and you've been working all morning! Let's nap!

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[totallygay]

[Very very proud. The rather big werepire clings to America, enjoying the change of pace.

What's physics anyway?

Forgetting about freaking out is good. Very very good. Tatsumi can't help but grin and nod.]

Ya! A nap sounds perfect right now.

[Nuzzle time~!]

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[starspangledhero]

[ The positioning is pretty awkward as he carries Tatsumi into the (clean, damn it) bedroom. But this is America. He cradled his giant hellbeast of a dog like a baby doll and that thing was bigger than a mastiff. Tatsumi's bulk isn't much of a problem after that.

He's pretty gentle about it too







until he drops the werepire on a bed like a sack of potatoes and flops face-first into the pillows next to him.

Oh wait that was a bad idea. Lifting up his head to remove his glasses, then flopping right back down and snuggling under the covers.

HE IS THE HEGEMON OF BLANKETS.

I don't know what this comment achieved but at least I got to say "hegemon of blankets." ]

( action ) T-That icon is more hot then cute. *w*

[totallygay]

[The ride is nice... the fall isn't so bad. At least he isn't bruised from it!!

He laughs until America falls after him. Tatsumi pokes the other]

Hey, leave some for me, ya?

[Tug tug. Hair ears back like a sad puppy. Give him a bone blanket.]

( action ) Tatsumi gives me a reason to get use out of it ;w;

[starspangledhero]

[ America is only utterly inconsiderate with the sheets when he's asleep. Still, it's winter and he craves warmth.

Clearly the solution is to swaddle Tatsumi in his covers-cocoon. Now he has body heat AND blankets!

Flawless plan. America grins at his own genius. ]

Better?

[ He's not even waiting for an answer. He's just ducking his head into the crook of Tatsumi's neck.

The only moment that rivals this cuteness was when America was a babby. ]

( action ) I'm so happy to hear that

[totallygay]

[I'm assuming he took the apron off earlier... because i forgot he had it on. lmao

Yes, America. You have your moments. Tatsumi doesn't mind being in the cocoon of America and blankets. He responds by wiggling a slight bit and kissing America gently]

Ya.

[If he could wiggle a hand up, he'd brush that little curl back but instead he wraps his arms around the Nation and closes his eyes.]