001. video; un: hero.

[sanator]

[Cut to an open video feed which shows the living area of an apartment in one of Cadelle's residential buildings. At first there's no-one to be seen, however there is something to be heard- the obnoxiously loud and catchy tune of a particular song. Within a couple of moments young Thom Creed can be seen in a pair of briefs, white socks and a casual t-shirt a la Risky Business.

The average ordinary gay teen superhero has a broom in one hand which is being used in equal parts to sweep the floor of his apartment and also as a microphone. With Thom himself lip syncing along, not a care in the world as he throws his body around the apartment in the closest approximation you might find to dancing for a boy who'd never so much as been in a club before.

Thom was lucky to get the song to play, as inept as he was on a technological level. He was not lucky though if you considered the fact he'd managed to set the video feed to broadcast in the process, showing the entirety of Cadelle his tighty-whities and his impressive entertaining skillset.]

Comments

[ferdi]

Well, can't have that. That'd make it harder to check it out.

[sanator]

Unless I fainted face-first.

[ferdi]

Well, I can't say I'd have that many complaints but your face would I suppose.

[sanator]

Its used to it, I would need more than two hands to count the amount of times I've fallen on my face.

[ferdi]

You make it tempting to tip you over then.

[sanator]

I guess I should count myself lucky I can't be hurt then, right?

[ferdi]

Quite lucky, indeed but not as much as those around you perhaps.

[sanator]

What do you mean?

[ferdi]

It's lucky to not have to worry.

[sanator]

I guess you're right.
Not a lot of people are worried though, I don't think.

[ferdi]

Well, they don't need to be so of course not.