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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[revelation]

( and here is Madoka smiling, offering a small wave. )

Hi there, Martin.

[theguideless]

DAH–! [the tablet is dropped, there's loud shuffling, and then a BANG.]

OWH!

[revelation]

( oh jeez... )

Ma-Martin? Are you okay, you need to careful!

[theguideless]

Hhrhh...Why's there a table here–?! [a groan, then a heavy sound, him slumping back to the floor.] Mrnhgh...nooo...

[revelation]

Because you're under one for some reason. ( some drunken reason. ) Maybe you should try and go to bed? It's probably a lot safer there than under a table.

( SHE HOPES. )

[theguideless]

[mumbled, unhappy:] I don'wanna move anymoreh...

[revelation]

It's really not good for you to sleep on the floor though. ( her mom made that fact quite clear. )

Be careful at least, I wouldn't want to see you hurt.

[theguideless]

[an unhappy sound.]

I'mall...l'a mess...

[revelation]

You're not a mess, just a little... unwell at the moment. You'll be better in no time.

[theguideless]

I'm sorry please...please don'thgn...[muffled mumbled sounds BECAUSE TALKING INTO YOUR ARM IS PERFECTLY COHERENT.]

[revelation]

I'm... sorry? I didn't quite hear you. ( a beat. ) But you know, you don't have to apologize to me.

[theguideless]

[silence.

then another muffled, whiny note. Madokaaa whyyyyyyyyyyy...]

[revelation]

Martin, are you sure you'll be okay? I'm sure, if needed- my magic could make you feel better.

[theguideless]

[a sniff.] Mrrhgh. Everyone'sss...mad at me...

[revelation]

Well, I'm not mad at you so it certainly isn't everyone.

I'm sure the others aren't mad either... they're probably just really worried!

[theguideless]

M'sorry...I hate...hate saying sorry a lot. Don't be mad. I don't...wanna say it...unless it's for real. Real-real...not...for...[a loud, long exhale. buhhhh.]

[revelation]

Really, don't worry... I'm definitely not going to get mad.

I'm the same way though, you know.

[theguideless]

Huh–? [DRUNK AS A SKUNK AND WHINY?? no. DOES NOT COMPUTE.]

[revelation]

( oops, laughing. )

I don't like saying sorry a lot either, but I tended to do that a lot back home. Don't worry about it though, this is probably a better talk for when you're not so... under the influence.

[theguideless]

[a lengthy pause. work, little vodkabrain, work...]

Mmrh. Alright...