22nd Message - [Video Post]

[dulcisnuntius]

[Failed Filter to Hanna - visible to all]

[The video opens to a familiar mess of red hair. A familiar mess of red hair which certainly does not belong to Dulcie. It pulls back further to show one Hanna Cross in rumpled pajamas, looking a little more pouty than usual.]

Hanna? I think we both know what's going on here. Call me? I feel weird.


Why do you have so many dogs?

[Dulcie has been body-swapped with manofgnee today! Cue hilarious hijinks.]

Comments

[designedtoparty]

Hey! I was talking then, not now.

You leave her tits alone you sick, sick bastard.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Hey, till the end of the weekend, they're technically mine, okay?

[designedtoparty]

Well, you enjoy it while you can. Because at the end of the weekend I'm going to punch your face in.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Okay, okay, fine, I'm not touching em!

[designedtoparty]

Oh, yeah. Because I'm totally going to believe you.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

I'm not gonna touch em! If you don't beat me up, Dulcie will, and I happen to like her, so I'm not gonna piss her off!

[designedtoparty]

Well, I'm not expecting you to tell her about it.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Again, she's my friend. I wouldn't lie.

[designedtoparty]

Oh, right. Because you never lie about anything.

Seriously, man. At the very least you're taking sneaky peeks when you don't think anyone's watching.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

...I don't know if I should be taking this advice or not...

[designedtoparty]

Advice? What the fuck?!

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

What?

[designedtoparty]

I'm not trying to give you advice. Twat.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Okay, okay, fine, then shut up!

[designedtoparty]

I am. Just make sure you stay away from her. You know. When you can get past the whole being in her thing.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Okay!