video.

[theguideless]

–hhhgh...

[behold: the underside of a table. if...you're aware of what the underside of a table even looks like, that's surely what you're looking at.

until a hand lifts and then gracelessly drops onto the screen with a heavy THWUMP.

a grunt.]

Get...backhh... [exhale. the view tilts, then dramatically shifts.

behold: Martin's face, sideways, on the floor. red-cheeked, bleary and slow-blinking.

cue nasally, confused sound:] Mruh–?

[a long stretch of just staring, squinting periodically. he is...sure these are words he can read on this screen. hang on. just...a second...........


nah. nah, he's just gonna...gonna let the screen drop flat and display the table again, rattling a little with the careless move, while he mumbles something unintelligible, topped off with some kind of whiny noise.]

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[theguideless]

Yes... [some grumbling and shifting, and then a long pause.

the tablet tilts, with Martin squinting hard at it. sniff.]

...Ego.

[hornedomen]

[Ego? Oh. He relaxed.]

Do you need help?

[theguideless]

[the tablet gets dropped face-up again with a sigh, his arm flopping onto the ground.]

I donno...

[hornedomen]

[He hummed thoughtfully. Martin looked like he needed help but Ico did not know what was wrong to begin with. He wanted to know more but he tried to limit his questions.]

Where are you?