Kenzi [005] Video

[onteamdyson]

[Oh hey, it's Kenzi! She appears to be sitting on a bench... outside... with the sun setting and snow falling softly. Is she crazy?! At least she's bundled up and in layers, even if her bunny hat looks really stupid. There's some statue or something behind her, looks like a lady. She's definitely sitting in the cemetery, just chillin']

Hey biatches! So... not that I'm being totally nostalgic or homesick or anything, because that shit is for pussies, but-- [She winces, adjusting her position so she's supporting her right arm with her left. It tilts the video a bit.]

Which of you crazy freaks has never seen snow before? Anyone? Just remember that in a pinch, socks CAN be used as mittens. I'm willing to field any basic questions about this poor, misguided imitation of Canadian weather.



((ooc: She's literally just sitting around in the cemetery thinking about dark junk. Feel free to go up and bug her.))

Comments

[gleans]

If you're sure... [ He sighs dramatically and carefully lets her legs go, supporting her middle. ] But seriously, it's just too bad we didn't meet under normal circumstances.

[onteamdyson]

[She stays standing in front of him for a minute, her hands resting lightly on his forearms.]

Hey. When we get out? I'll find you. Can't be too hard, right? You're famous. Face it, buddy, you're stuck with me.

[gleans]

[ He smiles and ducks a little behind his scarf again. ] Hey -- I'll give you my number, how about that? I'll scrounge up a piece of paper, you just keep it on you. Then once we get out, it won't be, like, fucking impossible to get ahold of me.

[onteamdyson]

Man. Getting a singer's number would have made me so much cooler in high school. Our timing in general sucks. But deal! I'll keep it on me always just in case. [And probably be ridiculously depressed if it really is a separate universe thing and no one picks up. She holds out her mitten-covered fist for a fistbump to seal the deal.]

[gleans]

[ He smiles and delivers that fistbump. ] Cool. Let's get back inside, I can't feel my ass.

[onteamdyson]

[Keep the joke inside. KEEP THE JOKE INSIDE!

Once they make it back home out of the cold, Kenzi heads straight for the kitchen. A few minutes later, she's setting a mug in front of Galen at the table.]

Here. Mocha sans Starbucks. Half instant coffee, half instant hot chocolate mix. We're out of whipped cream, I ate it all last night. [With a spoon. And nothing else.] Weren't you going to show me something?!

[gleans]

[ AAAHHHH, content sigh. He doesn't even care. He's lived off worse. ]

Wow, thanks. And -- oh, shit, yeah. [ A little grin. ] Don't freak out.

[onteamdyson]

... Don't freak out? Why would I freak out? Is there a reason I should be freaking out?! [Her eyes are kinda wide... there... Kenzi, maybe you should calm down.] Dude, I'm freaking out.

[gleans]

[ Uhhh, whoa! Maybe he should abort this joking mission. ] Whoa, whoa, hey, I was just kidding. It's about that stupid twin comment, I didn't wanna take my coat off. [ He rolls up his sleeve to... ta-da. ]

[onteamdyson]

What the hel-- [Oh. Well. That is not a reason to freak out at all! She was legit worried for a sec there, but this-- ... this is...] So. COOL! Oh my god, Galen that's badass!

[She reaches out to take his wrist and turn his arm around, grinning brightly.]

[gleans]

[ Smiling, he co-turns his arm. ] Ha, thanks. Simple, but the cause of many great spittakes.

[onteamdyson]

[Her hold moves from his wrist to his hand and she rests her head on her good arm.]

We totally match. Mine's way more hideous, though. Does that get me extra badass cred?

[gleans]

Fuck yeah. [ He's about to pull his hand back, but -- aw. He leans on his other hand for a second before he remembers that there's a frankenmocha in front of him. Gimme. -- NO DON'T STEAM UP HIS GLASSES. ] The fact that you're still uppity and like... functional with that going on? Jesus, dude, you're a superhero.

[onteamdyson]

[She smiles sadly, giving his hand a squeeze.] It hurts like a goddamn bitch every second, but what the hell am I going to do? Give up? At this point, my only chance is back home so that's where I'm going. No way am I dying here, it's way too messed and I am so sick of that dang ocean smell! I'm gonna punch it in the face!

Bo's the real hero. I'm just the sidekick.

[gleans]

Hey. [ He sets his mug down and squeezeshakes her hand. ] One, hello, muscling through that is fucking impressive. Two -- sidekick? C'mon.

[onteamdyson]

Yeah, sidekick. Bo... has skills. I'm usually just support. Motivational speaker, back up, undercover operative. She's the muscle. [But she can't ignore that compliment. It IS fucking impressive. Almost dying as many times as Kenzi has makes you want to fight for every second of life you have left. She lets go of his hand and leans back in the chair, smirking softly.]

You're kinda pulling the sidekick role right now, rockstar.

[gleans]

[ He sighs a little. He's gotten the "I'm a sidekick" thing from Brad, in the past, and it makes him feel bad. Are you really a sidekick if the 'hero' is nothing without you? But he's not going to give Kenzi that lecture, thankfully, since they've only just met. Later, though -- no promises. ]

Eh, I'm cool being the sidekick to a kickass Canadian, I don't see the problem.