Post by Kris on Jan 29, 2011 4:31:55 GMT -4
It’s about three in the morning, a time when any sane and reasonable person is in bed... and it just so happens that, for once? Kaycee has managed to convince Brandon into acting like one. The couple are sleeping in the king-sized bed they share, the Young Gun on his back with his arms wrapped around the redhead that he has loved for as long as he can remember. For the moment, all is calm and peaceful, the considerable weight of the waking world pushed back by the combined force of Brandon’s will and the warmth of his embrace. There is one realm, though, that he has limited control over... and even the passion he can evoke in the redhead isn’t enough to turn the double-natured landscape that is Kaycee’s mind away from its more destructive urges. The first sign of trouble is a soft whimper and a slight shift in her position from her side to her stomach, the latter a common enough thing that it doesn’t alert the young Latino to the coming trouble.
No... it takes a few more soft, pleading, whining sounds to do that.
Brandon: Mmn...?
Blinking awake, he looks down at Kaycee with a frown on his lips despite being just barely awake. It seems that this is not a new situation, something that would be a surprise to precisely no one that knows just what she has endured... well, that didn’t try to trivialize it, anyway. Brandon leans down, pressing his lips to her nightmare-fevered forehead before he murmurs to her.
Brandon: Kayc... it’s okay. I’m right here, love.
He puts both arms around her and holds her tight as he tries to wake her up without shocking her, knowing that the easiest way to to bring her back was to do so gently.
Brandon: Kayc... Come back to me babe. It’s okay, you’re safe.
At first, his approach seems to not be doing any good... but then one of those whimpers makes the transition into a sob, and Brandon relaxes a little. It’s an odd reaction, but it means that his wife has joined the land of the conscious - and now that she’s there, he can reach her.
Brandon: Kaycee...?
Kaycee: D-Donny...?
She looks up at him... and the sight of her tear-streaked cheeks is enough to make his frown deepen. Brandon manages a smile, though, gently running a hand along her cheek.
Brandon: There you are.
Kaycee sighs, shaking her head.
Kaycee: ...I’m sorry, honey. I should be... I should be able to look at this like it’s no big deal, right?
Brandon quirks an eyebrow for a moment before his expression softens again.
Brandon: First of all, don’t ever apologize for waking me up, babe. Secondly... this is about the Level One thing? That jerk ain’t no big deal, no, but if you’re having nightmares again...
The redhead shakes her head.
Kaycee: It’s not about him... not really. I’ve heard the egotistical garbage he spouts time and time again, and men that think they’re God’s gift to any given thing - or gender - are a dime a dozen.
Brandon: Indeed. But, something’s bugging you enough to bring the nightmares back... what’s up?
Kaycee: ...none of the aforementioned dime-a-dozen jerks nearly ended my husband’s career for no reason.
Brandon winces for a second and sighs.
Brandon: Well, I wouldn’t call that “no big deal,” but what we should be focusing on is that he, or they rather, didn’t.
Kaycee: No, no he didn’t... but that doesn’t mean that he might not do it to someone else. And I... I can’t just sit back and do nothing, y’know?
Brandon: Yeah, I getcha. I could go for kicking that sorry punk’s ass myself, obviously... and if we get the chance we should take it, but we’ve got... happier things to think about.
Kaycee nods.
Kaycee: We do... although I’m not sure I’m in the shape to handle it right now. Maybe after I’ve calmed down a little more?
Brandon: Well, ah, what do you wanna do?
Kaycee: I don’t know... I just know that I need to get my mind off of work. Any ideas?
The Latino ‘hmmms’ to himself, a bit of a devilish smirk tugging at his lips... but then his expression softens, Brandon realizing that sex isn’t going to help the situation this time. It’d be a temporary diversion at best, after all, and he wants something more long-lasting. After a moment’s pause, he leans down and kisses her forehead.
Brandon: Hmm... Ooh, I got somethin’.
Brandon slowly rolls away from his wife, only for a couple seconds, to reach under the bed and pull out a Nintendo DS. He starts up the handheld and starts playing Chrono Trigger. The moment that the iconic opening music hits, the redhead’s face lights up in a smile as she nudges her way beneath one of his arms.
Kaycee: We’re about to meet Glenn, aren’t we?
Brandon: Yep! And then I master the X-Strike and it’s ON!
Kaycee giggles, settling in against the warmth of her husband. Brandon chuckles.
Brandon: Someone’s already in a better mood...
Kaycee: Only on account of the most awesome husband ever... you always know just what to do, when it comes down to it.
Brandon: I does what I cans.
Kaycee smiles up at her husband before she rests her head on his chest. It’s not long at all before Brandon feels the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing when she’s asleep. Brandon looks down at her sleeping form and smiles.
Brandon: *whispering* I does what I cans...
The next morning, Kaycee wakes up to the not-unusual sight of being alone in the bed she shares with her husband. Shaking her head with a smile, she slips out of the bed and slips into her husband’s robe, tying it closed before heading downstairs. As she makes her way downstairs, she stops for a moment, her nose twitching as she smells something... odd in the air.
Smoke.
Kaycee: What the...
She walks further down the stairs, sighing in relief as she notices the smoke is coming from the living room, though she is still a bit baffled. She walks into the living room to find...
Brandon: Oh great and powerful Cthulhu, serve us well in these end of days and permit your humble servants to capture the APW Tag Titles as you have foreseen!
Kaycee: ...Donny. What-
Brandon: Oh, you’re up! Hey babe.
Kaycee: What... Are you...?
...What the Young Gun is doing is sitting in front of a large bowl that has a burning pony-shaped toy inside of it. Why he didn’t just the use the FIREPLACE is just one of a thousand questions that flow through Kaycee’s mind at this moment, although it’s one of the lesser ones compared to the queries about his sanity.
Brandon: ...What’re you looking at me like that for? Oh, this? Uh, well...
Kaycee: Did you suddenly decide that our home needed to smell like burning plastic for some reason, Donnie? Or did you suddenly decide to punish... geesh, what My Little Pony IS that?! I can’t even tell anymore.
Brandon: It used to be Apple Jac- I mean... This IS how you win matches, right? By sacrificing animals to a dark god and all? How ELSE would one do so?
Brandon stares directly at the camera, Kaycee doing the same after a couple of seconds.
Kaycee: You know, the first time I heard Mister Blade say that, I thought that I misheard him... so I rewound the tape to make sure I heard him right. After five repetitions, I figured out that he was indeed serious about how we needed to be aware that we... needed to pin or make him submit, or do the same thing to Mister Gates in order to win the match and become the new tag team champions. Forgive me for being blunt, sir, but how ELSE would we beat you?
Brandon: I think we know how to beat you, Blade, considering I, yknow, just DID that a week ago.
Kaycee: And Mister Gates only managed to overcome me by the barest of margins. Just how this translates into the two of us not having an ice cube’s chance in Hades is a mystery to me, one that I don’t think I’m going to bother solving. I’d much rather focus on unseating you from the throne that you quite clearly do not deserve. At least your partner always gives his all when he goes out to the ring-- with you, the only time you care is when your title is on the line. Otherwise? You phone it in... and I’ve been in this business long enough to know that’s not a mark of a champion that’s worth anything.
Brandon stokes the fire with a stick. Kaycee quirks an eyebrow at him.
Brandon: What? Oh. Sorry, habit. Anyways, yeah. You know, you keep talking about how you are, or rather were this and that, how big and bad you used to be... But this ain’t “used to be time,” this is now. And now, you’re a fricken walkin punchline. Maybe your victories in the past weren’t so much cemented because of your talent, but rather because you just didn’t have the actual opposition worth a damn to lose them to. The Sportz Nutz? The Red Shield Mafia? We aren’t either of those teams, Blade. We’re a whole different ballgame.
Kaycee: We’re not just an entirely different ballgame... we’re a whole other sport altogether.
Brandon: Actually I’d say it’s more like while those teams were the AAA teams, we’re the major league team. And that might be a bit hasty to say, even overconfident, but I’m not saying we’re the BEST, just that we’re better than THOSE teams that you and Mister Self-Righteous so thoroughly “owned” in your other defenses.
Kaycee: Then again, I imagine that’s how they define ANY match they win, regardless of how close they came to defeat.
Kaycee sighs, shaking her head.
Brandon: Probably. Don’t lecture me about pressure, Blade. It took me FIVE. YEARS. to win any sort of accomplishment in this business! I been laughed at, tossed aside, thrown away more times’n you can count. I know about pressure. You don’t. You been coastin on CJ’s coattails for way too long. CJ may be a smug asshole, but at least I respect him. You, not so much. You might be ‘good enough’ to beat those other teams, Blade, but ‘good enough’ isn’t going to cut it here. You’re not facing the Red Shield Mafia now, you’re facing two people who, besides the special bond that comes from being husband and wife, have known each other nearly our entire lives! The chemistry between us is off the charts!
Kaycee: And that isn’t all we bring to the table, either. Both Donny and i were BRED for this business, RAISED in this business... Heck, we’ve been wrestling for as long as we both can remember. It wasn’t always in front of fans and cameras, but that doesn’t suddenly erase the experience from existence. If anything, it means that we know what matters. It isn’t stroking off one’s ego, like in the case of that good-for-nothing, self-righteous--
Brandon quickly interjects.
Brandon: Babe! Remember what we talked about? Focus on the task at hand.
The redhead sighs.
Kaycee: ...you’re right. I’m sorry, honey.
Brandon offers up a smile.
Brandon: S’alright. Look fellas, we’re not sayin this is gonna be a cakewalk. We know better’n to claim that. This is a big match for us. The biggest, really. But that doesn’t mean we can’t be confident. Yes, Blade, I DO see the top of the mountain - and thanks for referencing my last promo, nice job. Too bad you couldn't actually show up for THAT one, eh? - I see that top of the mountain because we’ve been busting our asses and BUSTING OUR ASSES for JUST this opportunity!
Kaycee: And not only do we see the top of the mountain... but after Survive and Conquer? We’re going to be taking up residence there-- and we won’t be going anywhere for a very, VERY long time. I’m thinkin’ we ought to set the record for being champions longest, dear. What do you think?
Brandon’s eyes raise in slight surprise, before he smiles.
Brandon: ...I like this side of you. And yeah, that sounds like a pretty great idea to me.
Kaycee: Yes, well... you know how I am when it comes to championship gold being on the line.
Kaycee blushes a bit.
Brandon: ...Hot?
Her blush only grows brighter, much to his delight.
Brandon: Teehee.
Brandon grins, before going to back to ‘work.’
Brandon: The way I look at this match, fellas? Its like a hunt. You got two hungry lions - that’d be us - out roaming the jungle for a meal. And then on the other side you got one guy who’s a fairly decent hunter, and his partner, who’s a bumbling buffoon coasting on the other guy’s laurels. Now you tell me, boys? Two lions in the prime of their lives versus one guy who’s alright and well... another guy? Who’s gonna win that outcome?
My money’s always on the lions.
Brandon smirks.
Kaycee: ...but wouldn’t they give us indigestion in that scenario? After they were lion food, I mean.
Brandon: Well sure, at least the one would. But, we’d be lions. Lions don’t care what they eat, do they?
Kaycee: If it ends in pain, I think it would matter.
Brandon: Point taken. Okay then... the lions eat the moderately talented one and leave the other guy for the buzzards?
Kaycee: Much better.
Brandon: Mkay then. But yeah, Blade, the only one that’s gettin knocked off his pedestal at Survive and Conquer, El Compeon, is YOU! WE are going to take our rightful spots at the top, something we’ve been working towards for a very, very long time.
Kaycee: ...not that you would know anything about work. That seems to be Mister Gates’ forte, and it shows quite clearly.
Brandon: Yes, yes it does. But anyways, I think - for now at least - we’ve said all we need to say. The future is going to be very bright for us, and very, very dark for you. One might even say it could be a...
Kaycee: ...Beautiful Disaster?
Brandon: DAMN skippy. You see how I set you up for that?
Brandon chuckles.
Kaycee: Yes, dear... I do.
Kaycee shivers a bit.
Kaycee: ..I think I should get properly dressed. It’s a bit nippy down here, even with the burning My Little Pony.
Brandon: ...Nippy, you say? Well, you know... there are other things lions can do... Things that could warm you up.
Kaycee: ...that was bad, Donny. Even for you.
Even with as bad as it was... she’s blushing, as red as her hair.
Brandon: Yeah, even I can admit that was terrible. Sounded better in my head. Still...
Brandon smirks.
Kaycee: ...still?
Brandon: ...Just making it worse, aren't I?
Kaycee: Well... depends. What are you going to say next?
Brandon: I thought that was clear already?
Kaycee: Yes, well... maybe sometimes, the lady--er, lioness-- likes to hear it?
Brandon: ...Say WHAT? “Do you wanna sneak off and go have hot lion sex?” Er, well without the lion part obviously. Is that what you wanted?
Kaycee: ...o-obviously.
Kaycee blushes before she leans up, kissing her husband’s cheek and walking out of the frame. He watches her go-- or, rather, he does so until his robe comes flying back into the frame, draping itself over his head. Brandon turns to the camera one last time, not even bothering to take the robe off his head.
Brandon: Welp. GOTTA GO!
He grins, before rushing off after his wife.
Fade to doin’ it like they do on the Discovery Channel.
No... it takes a few more soft, pleading, whining sounds to do that.
Brandon: Mmn...?
Blinking awake, he looks down at Kaycee with a frown on his lips despite being just barely awake. It seems that this is not a new situation, something that would be a surprise to precisely no one that knows just what she has endured... well, that didn’t try to trivialize it, anyway. Brandon leans down, pressing his lips to her nightmare-fevered forehead before he murmurs to her.
Brandon: Kayc... it’s okay. I’m right here, love.
He puts both arms around her and holds her tight as he tries to wake her up without shocking her, knowing that the easiest way to to bring her back was to do so gently.
Brandon: Kayc... Come back to me babe. It’s okay, you’re safe.
At first, his approach seems to not be doing any good... but then one of those whimpers makes the transition into a sob, and Brandon relaxes a little. It’s an odd reaction, but it means that his wife has joined the land of the conscious - and now that she’s there, he can reach her.
Brandon: Kaycee...?
Kaycee: D-Donny...?
She looks up at him... and the sight of her tear-streaked cheeks is enough to make his frown deepen. Brandon manages a smile, though, gently running a hand along her cheek.
Brandon: There you are.
Kaycee sighs, shaking her head.
Kaycee: ...I’m sorry, honey. I should be... I should be able to look at this like it’s no big deal, right?
Brandon quirks an eyebrow for a moment before his expression softens again.
Brandon: First of all, don’t ever apologize for waking me up, babe. Secondly... this is about the Level One thing? That jerk ain’t no big deal, no, but if you’re having nightmares again...
The redhead shakes her head.
Kaycee: It’s not about him... not really. I’ve heard the egotistical garbage he spouts time and time again, and men that think they’re God’s gift to any given thing - or gender - are a dime a dozen.
Brandon: Indeed. But, something’s bugging you enough to bring the nightmares back... what’s up?
Kaycee: ...none of the aforementioned dime-a-dozen jerks nearly ended my husband’s career for no reason.
Brandon winces for a second and sighs.
Brandon: Well, I wouldn’t call that “no big deal,” but what we should be focusing on is that he, or they rather, didn’t.
Kaycee: No, no he didn’t... but that doesn’t mean that he might not do it to someone else. And I... I can’t just sit back and do nothing, y’know?
Brandon: Yeah, I getcha. I could go for kicking that sorry punk’s ass myself, obviously... and if we get the chance we should take it, but we’ve got... happier things to think about.
Kaycee nods.
Kaycee: We do... although I’m not sure I’m in the shape to handle it right now. Maybe after I’ve calmed down a little more?
Brandon: Well, ah, what do you wanna do?
Kaycee: I don’t know... I just know that I need to get my mind off of work. Any ideas?
The Latino ‘hmmms’ to himself, a bit of a devilish smirk tugging at his lips... but then his expression softens, Brandon realizing that sex isn’t going to help the situation this time. It’d be a temporary diversion at best, after all, and he wants something more long-lasting. After a moment’s pause, he leans down and kisses her forehead.
Brandon: Hmm... Ooh, I got somethin’.
Brandon slowly rolls away from his wife, only for a couple seconds, to reach under the bed and pull out a Nintendo DS. He starts up the handheld and starts playing Chrono Trigger. The moment that the iconic opening music hits, the redhead’s face lights up in a smile as she nudges her way beneath one of his arms.
Kaycee: We’re about to meet Glenn, aren’t we?
Brandon: Yep! And then I master the X-Strike and it’s ON!
Kaycee giggles, settling in against the warmth of her husband. Brandon chuckles.
Brandon: Someone’s already in a better mood...
Kaycee: Only on account of the most awesome husband ever... you always know just what to do, when it comes down to it.
Brandon: I does what I cans.
Kaycee smiles up at her husband before she rests her head on his chest. It’s not long at all before Brandon feels the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing when she’s asleep. Brandon looks down at her sleeping form and smiles.
Brandon: *whispering* I does what I cans...
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The next morning, Kaycee wakes up to the not-unusual sight of being alone in the bed she shares with her husband. Shaking her head with a smile, she slips out of the bed and slips into her husband’s robe, tying it closed before heading downstairs. As she makes her way downstairs, she stops for a moment, her nose twitching as she smells something... odd in the air.
Smoke.
Kaycee: What the...
She walks further down the stairs, sighing in relief as she notices the smoke is coming from the living room, though she is still a bit baffled. She walks into the living room to find...
Brandon: Oh great and powerful Cthulhu, serve us well in these end of days and permit your humble servants to capture the APW Tag Titles as you have foreseen!
Kaycee: ...Donny. What-
Brandon: Oh, you’re up! Hey babe.
Kaycee: What... Are you...?
...What the Young Gun is doing is sitting in front of a large bowl that has a burning pony-shaped toy inside of it. Why he didn’t just the use the FIREPLACE is just one of a thousand questions that flow through Kaycee’s mind at this moment, although it’s one of the lesser ones compared to the queries about his sanity.
Brandon: ...What’re you looking at me like that for? Oh, this? Uh, well...
Kaycee: Did you suddenly decide that our home needed to smell like burning plastic for some reason, Donnie? Or did you suddenly decide to punish... geesh, what My Little Pony IS that?! I can’t even tell anymore.
Brandon: It used to be Apple Jac- I mean... This IS how you win matches, right? By sacrificing animals to a dark god and all? How ELSE would one do so?
Brandon stares directly at the camera, Kaycee doing the same after a couple of seconds.
Kaycee: You know, the first time I heard Mister Blade say that, I thought that I misheard him... so I rewound the tape to make sure I heard him right. After five repetitions, I figured out that he was indeed serious about how we needed to be aware that we... needed to pin or make him submit, or do the same thing to Mister Gates in order to win the match and become the new tag team champions. Forgive me for being blunt, sir, but how ELSE would we beat you?
Brandon: I think we know how to beat you, Blade, considering I, yknow, just DID that a week ago.
Kaycee: And Mister Gates only managed to overcome me by the barest of margins. Just how this translates into the two of us not having an ice cube’s chance in Hades is a mystery to me, one that I don’t think I’m going to bother solving. I’d much rather focus on unseating you from the throne that you quite clearly do not deserve. At least your partner always gives his all when he goes out to the ring-- with you, the only time you care is when your title is on the line. Otherwise? You phone it in... and I’ve been in this business long enough to know that’s not a mark of a champion that’s worth anything.
Brandon stokes the fire with a stick. Kaycee quirks an eyebrow at him.
Brandon: What? Oh. Sorry, habit. Anyways, yeah. You know, you keep talking about how you are, or rather were this and that, how big and bad you used to be... But this ain’t “used to be time,” this is now. And now, you’re a fricken walkin punchline. Maybe your victories in the past weren’t so much cemented because of your talent, but rather because you just didn’t have the actual opposition worth a damn to lose them to. The Sportz Nutz? The Red Shield Mafia? We aren’t either of those teams, Blade. We’re a whole different ballgame.
Kaycee: We’re not just an entirely different ballgame... we’re a whole other sport altogether.
Brandon: Actually I’d say it’s more like while those teams were the AAA teams, we’re the major league team. And that might be a bit hasty to say, even overconfident, but I’m not saying we’re the BEST, just that we’re better than THOSE teams that you and Mister Self-Righteous so thoroughly “owned” in your other defenses.
Kaycee: Then again, I imagine that’s how they define ANY match they win, regardless of how close they came to defeat.
Kaycee sighs, shaking her head.
Brandon: Probably. Don’t lecture me about pressure, Blade. It took me FIVE. YEARS. to win any sort of accomplishment in this business! I been laughed at, tossed aside, thrown away more times’n you can count. I know about pressure. You don’t. You been coastin on CJ’s coattails for way too long. CJ may be a smug asshole, but at least I respect him. You, not so much. You might be ‘good enough’ to beat those other teams, Blade, but ‘good enough’ isn’t going to cut it here. You’re not facing the Red Shield Mafia now, you’re facing two people who, besides the special bond that comes from being husband and wife, have known each other nearly our entire lives! The chemistry between us is off the charts!
Kaycee: And that isn’t all we bring to the table, either. Both Donny and i were BRED for this business, RAISED in this business... Heck, we’ve been wrestling for as long as we both can remember. It wasn’t always in front of fans and cameras, but that doesn’t suddenly erase the experience from existence. If anything, it means that we know what matters. It isn’t stroking off one’s ego, like in the case of that good-for-nothing, self-righteous--
Brandon quickly interjects.
Brandon: Babe! Remember what we talked about? Focus on the task at hand.
The redhead sighs.
Kaycee: ...you’re right. I’m sorry, honey.
Brandon offers up a smile.
Brandon: S’alright. Look fellas, we’re not sayin this is gonna be a cakewalk. We know better’n to claim that. This is a big match for us. The biggest, really. But that doesn’t mean we can’t be confident. Yes, Blade, I DO see the top of the mountain - and thanks for referencing my last promo, nice job. Too bad you couldn't actually show up for THAT one, eh? - I see that top of the mountain because we’ve been busting our asses and BUSTING OUR ASSES for JUST this opportunity!
Kaycee: And not only do we see the top of the mountain... but after Survive and Conquer? We’re going to be taking up residence there-- and we won’t be going anywhere for a very, VERY long time. I’m thinkin’ we ought to set the record for being champions longest, dear. What do you think?
Brandon’s eyes raise in slight surprise, before he smiles.
Brandon: ...I like this side of you. And yeah, that sounds like a pretty great idea to me.
Kaycee: Yes, well... you know how I am when it comes to championship gold being on the line.
Kaycee blushes a bit.
Brandon: ...Hot?
Her blush only grows brighter, much to his delight.
Brandon: Teehee.
Brandon grins, before going to back to ‘work.’
Brandon: The way I look at this match, fellas? Its like a hunt. You got two hungry lions - that’d be us - out roaming the jungle for a meal. And then on the other side you got one guy who’s a fairly decent hunter, and his partner, who’s a bumbling buffoon coasting on the other guy’s laurels. Now you tell me, boys? Two lions in the prime of their lives versus one guy who’s alright and well... another guy? Who’s gonna win that outcome?
My money’s always on the lions.
Brandon smirks.
Kaycee: ...but wouldn’t they give us indigestion in that scenario? After they were lion food, I mean.
Brandon: Well sure, at least the one would. But, we’d be lions. Lions don’t care what they eat, do they?
Kaycee: If it ends in pain, I think it would matter.
Brandon: Point taken. Okay then... the lions eat the moderately talented one and leave the other guy for the buzzards?
Kaycee: Much better.
Brandon: Mkay then. But yeah, Blade, the only one that’s gettin knocked off his pedestal at Survive and Conquer, El Compeon, is YOU! WE are going to take our rightful spots at the top, something we’ve been working towards for a very, very long time.
Kaycee: ...not that you would know anything about work. That seems to be Mister Gates’ forte, and it shows quite clearly.
Brandon: Yes, yes it does. But anyways, I think - for now at least - we’ve said all we need to say. The future is going to be very bright for us, and very, very dark for you. One might even say it could be a...
Kaycee: ...Beautiful Disaster?
Brandon: DAMN skippy. You see how I set you up for that?
Brandon chuckles.
Kaycee: Yes, dear... I do.
Kaycee shivers a bit.
Kaycee: ..I think I should get properly dressed. It’s a bit nippy down here, even with the burning My Little Pony.
Brandon: ...Nippy, you say? Well, you know... there are other things lions can do... Things that could warm you up.
Kaycee: ...that was bad, Donny. Even for you.
Even with as bad as it was... she’s blushing, as red as her hair.
Brandon: Yeah, even I can admit that was terrible. Sounded better in my head. Still...
Brandon smirks.
Kaycee: ...still?
Brandon: ...Just making it worse, aren't I?
Kaycee: Well... depends. What are you going to say next?
Brandon: I thought that was clear already?
Kaycee: Yes, well... maybe sometimes, the lady--er, lioness-- likes to hear it?
Brandon: ...Say WHAT? “Do you wanna sneak off and go have hot lion sex?” Er, well without the lion part obviously. Is that what you wanted?
Kaycee: ...o-obviously.
Kaycee blushes before she leans up, kissing her husband’s cheek and walking out of the frame. He watches her go-- or, rather, he does so until his robe comes flying back into the frame, draping itself over his head. Brandon turns to the camera one last time, not even bothering to take the robe off his head.
Brandon: Welp. GOTTA GO!
He grins, before rushing off after his wife.
Fade to doin’ it like they do on the Discovery Channel.
Could you edit that in for me, Jeff?
