caughtinanetwork | thirtieth flame: accidental video; | memory and balance are tricky things

[Some one's SFC got bumped when their hand was moving around looking for something on a desk in a bedroom. It turns on, and when the hand moves away it looks like it's Rin, focusing on something in front of him. Pen in one hand, some sort of snack in the other, he's mumbling to himself in between jotting things down.

He's trying to remember things he's forgotten thanks to what happened back home. Shiro has been giving him medicine to help with that, but it's still slow going. And awkward, given that there are still people that know him that he can't remember himself.

A few minutes in to the broadcast he doesn't know he's sending, he grumbles, drops the pen and scratches at his head with a groan.]

Damn it. C'mon, Okumura...

[This is frustrating as hell to him. He's recalling things, bit by bit, but he has no control over what comes back, when, and how much.

Sighing, he leans back in the chair, tilting two feet of it off the ground as he cranes his head back to stare at the ceiling, arms hanging loose at his sides.

And then, suddenly--]

... hey! Uwaah!

[He jerks his head up sharply, but as soon as he does the precarious balance of the chair he was in is compromised. His arms pinwheel, attempting to keep his chair from going backwards, but it doesn't work and he goes crashing to the ground noisily. The SFC rattles and goes flying off the desk, landing on the floor next to Rin who is left groaning, holding his already aching head with both hands.]

Owwwww...

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_{[Rin what are you--

snerk.

Yeah, he's not even going to try hiding his laughter, because that was hilarious.]}

Holy shit!

Shadup!

_{[Oh jesus he cant' breathe just give him a minute to you know.

calm down and quit snickering.]}

Yer such a dumbass, Okumura--!

Yeah, so?!

[He knows this already, Grimmjow...]

_{[Okay he's cool, he's cool.]}

You keep that shit up and you're gonna lose more 'n more of your memory, Okumura. I might hafta hit you again if that happens.

Oh, kiss my ass, Grimmjow. G'ahead and hit me again, find out how hard I hit back.

Bare hands or that sword of yours? 'Cause I ain't against either one.

Either or. I owe you for the first smack, and givin' me shit about the cookin' classes when I was sick. Ass.

Hn. ...Fine. I can give you one or two freebies for that, but you still owe me for bringin' you food 'n gettin' that nurse.

Guess we're gonna have to settle this then.

Guess so. Name the place and I'll be there.

Island, whenever the hell you want.

Good thing I live up there. Get your ass up here whenever you feel like you can handle it. If I ain't out on the beach, I'm probably at home. Sixth building in the village.

Works for me. See ya when I get there then.

[He has a girlfriend to go talk to, first.]