002 || {Video}

[contempsi]

[A few weeks have passed since his arrival; Hope's grown more accustomed to the way things run around here, finally gotten some climate-decent clothing, and is now attempting to stick his neck out further—for better or worse. When the video comes on, he's wearing a dark green turtleneck sweater—since there's no errant silver feathers sticking out behind him, this suggests that he opted to cover his wings instead of letting them hang out to be vulnerable.

His head is sort of halfway tucked on his folded arms, which suggests he's lounging across something—probably his bed. Hope props his chin in hand, staring at the camera.]

So... ah... [Idly adjusting the cuff of his sleeve.] I guess... it's time for me to go back to school, huh. [He gives a faint, nervous sort of smile.] Who here's already going? Um... I guess... i-it'd be nice to know who I'm going to be in class with. Or do they separate it by years here... like they did back in my hometown?

[There's the sounds of shuffling, then, and he quickly turns his head to the side.] W-what...!? H-hey, stop! [A black nose appears in view, along with the heavy sounds of panting—before a thick pink tongue drags over his cheek.] Gross! Cut that out, Baldr! I'm trying to... stop it! [He's clearly trying not to laugh, though, as half a curly black puppy face appears in the view, an audible thumpthumpthumpthump as his wagging tail smacks against the bed each time.] HOPE PLAY! HOPE PLAY!

We'll play later! [Hope's brow furrows as he attempts to shove the young dog away, now occupying the furniture. He gives up then, with a heavy SIGH, pulling the journal back toward him.]

I... guess they don't allow pets there, right?

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[contempsi.livejournal.com]

What— [Hope gapes at his journal for a moment.] Um... hello? What was that?

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Dog ran away with the journal. [Said as though this sort of thing happens all the time. Well, it does to him, anyway.]

[contempsi.livejournal.com]

That... doesn't sound good. [He glances off to the side, as if looking over his shoulder for Baldr.] I better make sure Baldr doesn't do that.

But... that's cool that you have a dog too! What's its name?

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[The image is briefly overtaken by a dog's face. Or an incredibly furry reddish teddy-bear looking thing that is presumably a dog. Sigmund sighs, picks him up, and deposits him on the floor again.] ...I just call him Dog.

[contempsi.livejournal.com]

That's... not really a good name. [Really, since he's always wanted a dog, it seems odd that someone would be so... blasé about naming theirs.] Or have you just... not thought of one yet? You should give him a real name!

Did the statue give him to you, too? Or... whatever it was that gave Lightning our dog.