video. un: hartbeat.

[recoined]

( kimberly hart does not have time for this. this, of course, being the entire wishing well garbage. she's currently seated on one of the stone benches, elbows resting on her knees, one hand pressed firmly to the bridge of her nose as she tries her best to ignore the casual bitching of her friend in the background. her friend who is, you know, currently half in the water. her friend that's a goddamn fucking mermaid, with a great big giant floppy tail and everything, who just so happens to also not have a fucking shirt on.  

it's just a lot, okay, and kimberly isn't really prepared for it. she hasn't had nearly enough caffeine yet today, but she can't just sit here either. so. head up, face the camera, smile. go back to being a cheerleader, and just focus on getting through halftime. or something, whatever. she's a bit out of practice. )

Hey, so — ( and as soon as the words get out of her mouth, clary's high pitched freakout can be heard steadily rising in volume in the background; kimberly's whole body turns like a whip, voice snapping, ) Clary! Can you not!

( which, okay, maybe it's a little harsh, but. whatever. she's trying to help. )

Hey. So. Cadelle. Does anybody have, like, a wheelbarrow... or a hose... or one of those stupid Nerf water pistols? Because my friend here just turned herself into a goddamn mermaid — yes, Clary, I'm talking about you!

( more fingertips pinching the bridge of her nose. more deep breaths. she can do this. focus. think about yoga. )

Does anybody have anything that might help? Or know what kind of fish merpeople eat? Or... anything?

( please, for the love of god, anything. )

That'd be great. If you could, like, let me know? Or maybe come help out, if you've got stuff? Or — oh! — if anybody knows where I can get a kiddie pool? Yeah. That'd be good too.

( somebody help her. )

Anyway, yeah. That's... that's about it. Thanks? Okay, bye.

( end feed. )

Comments

[acuerdo]

[that's a very intimidating face. almost as intimidating as an angry kimberly, which is to say... not in the slightest. maybe it's the relative safety of cadelle that makes him reckless. maybe it's the fact that he's invulnerable. regardless of the reason, he's not too worried about clary exacting revenge if robbie were to make a very earnest recommendation to izzy.]

You're right. I am doing you a solid. Your cat's well-being is in my hands.

[beaming angelic grins.] Hopefully not. But does he like fish?

[creatio]

( Begrudgingly. )

Yes.

( Simba would probably eat her. She's well aware. )

I'm trying not to think about it.

[acuerdo]

Guess it'll be my job to get him strictly hooked on chicken or beef.

[a beat]

I'm really tempted to make a comment about sushi, but I'll keep it in.

[creatio]

Don't. I doubt Kimberly would be happy if we ended up in a fight.

( Still, there's something relieved about her expression. Simba's going to be fine. )

Thanks, Robbie. I'll make it up to you.

[acuerdo]

Probably not. I'm pretty sure wouldn't give me the same treatment I got the last time I picked a fight with someone. Especially considering we're friends.

[a smile and a nod.]

It's no big deal, but if you wanted to maybe draw something for the garage... I wouldn't say no.

[creatio]

Oh!

( Look, that's actual delight on her face. ) I will so do that.

( She's actually kind of ... not shy, but hesitant, with her art in this place. She wouldn't have offered yet. But being asked is different and she's more than happy to agree. Especially because Robbie's seen her stuff spilling everywhere. He knows her style. ) Think about ideas and maybe make a list? And then when I have legs again I can come down the garage and we'll talk it out.

[acuerdo]

[it's hard not to note her style. there's stuff at the barbie house... it's made it as far as kimberly's room. he's definitely impressed by it, especially considering that paint and graphics aren't the thing he works on at the garage. he can't even really do the pinstriping.]

I've got a couple of ideas already, but yeah I guess it'd probably be kind of hard to make it out of the pool without your legs to talk it over.

[creatio]

Pretty much. That and my sketchbook might get wet and that would really piss me off. It's bad enough Simba keeps hiding my pencils under the couch.

( At least she's smiling now, so good job Robbie. She won't try and drown herself anymore. )

[acuerdo]

This is why I deal in things that are mostly waterproof. And dog proof. Mostly

[relief sweet relief. he's glad to see a smile on her face because he really does feel terrible that she's stuck like this.]

[creatio]

Well, I already guessed you'd have to Baby proof the house.

( She's hilarious. )

I love him a lot, but he has too much limb going for him. How does he avoid tripping over all the time?

[acuerdo]

[har har har.]

Very carefully, I'm sure.


It's not that complicated. How do you handle not being able to reach things on the top shelf?

[creatio]

Badly. It's why I'm 95% spite.

( She is not. She's just feisty. )

Also Kimberly and I barely use the top shelf.

[acuerdo]

Very funny.

[because he can in fact tell that she's a good person, he knows damn well she's not filled with spite. fiesty he can see. something about redheads.]

I guess it's probably for the best. It's probably prime cat real estate. Wouldn't want any breakables on any open shelves and things in cupboards would just get shoved to the back and lost forever.

It's worse than the dryer black hole.