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]

Now?

[stonefaith]

Soon. He'll knock. [ PROBABLY. ] Can you... get yourself some water in the meanwhile? From the sink. [ NOT FROM ANY BOTTLES OR GLASSES STILL SITTING AROUND. ]

[theguideless]

[loud, shifting sounds.]

Nnrh... [a dull bump. off-speaker, talking away from the tablet:] Mno...it's over there. I can't reach...with my foot...

[stonefaith]

Don't use your feet. [ gently, PERSUASIVELY ] Use your hands, Martin.