006; don't mess with the kitty - [public video]

[unweeping_willow]

[Willow's lips pull back into a vampiric snarl, face momentarily filling the screen before she pulls the camera back, and reveals her position - straddling Medusa, following their fight. For those who can tell such things, Medusa's shoulders are dislocated - her legs possibly damaged as well; and most importantly of all, unconscious, not dead.

She barely seems to notice Madame Smudge, now sniffing at Medusa's head; though she's uncertain how the kitten had escaped her room. She's more fixated on keeping on the snarl, glaring into the camera.]

Nobody threatens my cat.

Comments

[sharpememory]

What the fuck. Overreaction, much?

[unweeping_willow]

Tell that to her. [She hadn't been the one going for lethal damage out there.]

[sharpememory]

Talking big isn't the same as actually hurting your animal. And even if she did, that's no reason to do some shit like that.

[unweeping_willow]

Not the one who attacked first. [And she doesn't much care what he thinks right now.]

[sharpememory]

Whatever. I know that lady. She hasn't seemed violent to me before. Just someone with a lot of opinions. You're the one acting like a crazy person.

[unweeping_willow]

Aww; upset 'cause she hasn't tried to snap your neck? [And it's the return of the puppy dog pout, right before she snaps off transmission.

She'll worry about whether she did the right thing when she isn't on public video.]

[sharpememory]

[Barron: impotent sulky rage! But he disconnects as well.]

[unweeping_willow]

[Maybe they can sulk not-together some time. Right now she's too busy basking in Dracula's praise.]