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1st Catch, video
May. 26th, 2014 10:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fishhumanalien[A pale-haired, violet eyed face appears on the screen, grinning. Haru is wearing what some people might recognize as a blue school blazer, with a rather un-standard pink vest beneath. He seems to be in the city aquarium, surrounded by tropical fish who are all taking quite an interest in him. Humans, similarly, hover nearby.]
Video phone call STARRRR-RRRRT! Ring ring! Hello helloooo, are you there? [He can barely hide how pleased he is with how well this is going so far!]
I'm Haru. [Pointing to himself.] I'm an alien!
Someone put a chachoo on my wrist. [Haru pokes his wrist where the glowing tattoo is.] Bad manners! When you touch, you need the thing called permission! When you touch without permission, it is "bad manners" and "rude"! Strangers touching is bad! [An exaggerated whine and Haru wrings his fist in front of his eye, imitating crying.] So embarrassing! [It's clear from his voice he's imitating something he's seen, perhaps on television. After all, this kid doesn't seem capable of embarrassment. He's acting out this whole thing in front of a whole bunch of people, and all the fish.
In his fit of pretend-tears, Haru flops over on the bench he's been sitting on, kicking his feet. Then, dramatically, he goes quite still for a moment, face planted right into the bench. A moment later, he sits up in a single burst of movement.]
I'm supposed to live in #17 now, but every time I go somewhere that says 17, they say, "Not here!" Where is it? Is there food? My stomach is emptyyyyy.
Video phone call STARRRR-RRRRT! Ring ring! Hello helloooo, are you there? [He can barely hide how pleased he is with how well this is going so far!]
I'm Haru. [Pointing to himself.] I'm an alien!
Someone put a chachoo on my wrist. [Haru pokes his wrist where the glowing tattoo is.] Bad manners! When you touch, you need the thing called permission! When you touch without permission, it is "bad manners" and "rude"! Strangers touching is bad! [An exaggerated whine and Haru wrings his fist in front of his eye, imitating crying.] So embarrassing! [It's clear from his voice he's imitating something he's seen, perhaps on television. After all, this kid doesn't seem capable of embarrassment. He's acting out this whole thing in front of a whole bunch of people, and all the fish.
In his fit of pretend-tears, Haru flops over on the bench he's been sitting on, kicking his feet. Then, dramatically, he goes quite still for a moment, face planted right into the bench. A moment later, he sits up in a single burst of movement.]
I'm supposed to live in #17 now, but every time I go somewhere that says 17, they say, "Not here!" Where is it? Is there food? My stomach is emptyyyyy.