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Nov. 16th, 2010 10:26 pm[What a nice, calm, seemingly non-cursed morning it is in the City. After the ridiculous weekend he's had, Wilson is more than happy to indulge in a bit of the mundane. Routine mornings have always been more his speed, anyway. On this particular one, he has a small ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
neverplays - one who's been extended an invitation to help him finish off some leftover pancakes. Macadamia nut pancakes, to be precise.
Little does he notice that in setting down the device on the counter, he's activated it. Pesky things. It's a lousy angle, from behind Wilson as he goes to open the refrigerator. As he does so, it does offer a view of the pancakes. They've been silently laying in wait, apparently, and it being so early he hasn't checked the network yet to find any evidence of a curse brewing.
Once the door is open, they fling themselves out at him. To his credit, he dodges rather ably, turning so that you can very clearly see the expression on his face. It's not one of terror, just a slightly open-mouthed frown and furrowed brow that physically communicates the reaction of what the fuck that's going through his mind. As the fridge door falls shut behind him, the video feed cuts off.
Pancakes. Seriously?]
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neverplays - one who's been extended an invitation to help him finish off some leftover pancakes. Macadamia nut pancakes, to be precise.Little does he notice that in setting down the device on the counter, he's activated it. Pesky things. It's a lousy angle, from behind Wilson as he goes to open the refrigerator. As he does so, it does offer a view of the pancakes. They've been silently laying in wait, apparently, and it being so early he hasn't checked the network yet to find any evidence of a curse brewing.
Once the door is open, they fling themselves out at him. To his credit, he dodges rather ably, turning so that you can very clearly see the expression on his face. It's not one of terror, just a slightly open-mouthed frown and furrowed brow that physically communicates the reaction of what the fuck that's going through his mind. As the fridge door falls shut behind him, the video feed cuts off.
Pancakes. Seriously?]
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