maskormenace | ( ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ )

[ The camera turns on to show what appears to be a kitchen -- or possibly a living room -- and is propped upright on a table, showing two people sitting at it with somewhat sour expressions: Reggie Mantle and Sasha Blouse.

Laid before Sasha is a blank piece of paper, a pencil in her hand that she idly drums against the surface of the table. ]

Hello! It’s Sasha again. I— [ She wrinkles her nose when she has to correct herself. ] —we have a few questions to ask other imPorts. It’s for a school assignment so if a few people could answer our survey and help us out I would be very grateful!

[ Reggie’s brow furrows slightly and he sits back in his chair, making it evidently clear he would rather not be there. Restlessly he taps a pen as well, against the edge of the table with a sort of frantic impatience. ]

Yeah. We’re supposed to represent the "imPort experience" for about a quarter of our grade -- not that there’s any way they could check if we just decided to make it all up.

[ At that, he shoots a pointed look in Sasha’s direction, the person forcing him not to cheat. ]

I’m not getting another Saturday detention for this. We could’ve done this earlier, but you were procrastinating on it.

Well, that’s only ‘cause unlike you I actually got a social life. This is a waste of time. [ He gestures at the camera, looking at it briefly before looking back over at her. ] It’s not like everyone out there's just sitting around waiting to answer questions so that we can get an “A” on some dumb project. I mean, maybe if they’re bored enough-- here, I’ll read 'em, what do you got so far?

[ See, he’s participating! He grabs the paper from her, then frowns at its relative emptiness.

Sasha frowns when he snatches the paper from her, reaching to take it back. ]

What social life? [ She mutters under her breath, glaring at him sharply. ] If you wanted to be doing something else we should have finished this earlier. Jeez, I should have asked for another partner...

Like anyone else would want you for a partner. You didn’t even write anything down -- if I’d known that I wouldn’t’ve started recording yet!

Nobody would want you for a partner because you’re a lazy jerk! And I was going to, but you took the paper away!

Okay, I’ll make one up. [ Reggie looks at the camera again, eyebrows raised. ] Which is worse: being lazy, or being stupid? Uh -- right: As an imPort.

Arrrgh, you...!

[ Sasha jolts in her seat, lifting an arm and throwing a sharp and surprisingly quick fist directly between Reggie’s eyes without as much as a second thought. Reggie barely has time to do anything, managing only a surprised noise of pain and an instinctive jerk backwards, which along with Sasha’s punch causes his chair to teeter precariously and almost spill him off it. Almost. ]

Hey, you’re welcome for doing all the work so far! [ His hands are over his face, clutching it in pain, and when he lowers them there’s already swelling around one eye. ] What was that f--

[ But he’s interrupted by a large dog galloping in from a different room, attracted by the sound of their voices; it jumps on Reggie, who screams and falls over as the dog tries to lick his face. It’s the friendliest dog but that doesn’t mean Reggie stops screaming from the floor. ]