open network - video

[sneakery]

Who: K.P. Hob & various
Username: K.P.Hob
Warnings: None

[Standing beside and towering over a combat dummy is one K.P. Hob. As always he stands ramrod straight, though today he holds his well-used halberd in one hand. His attire is a crisply pressed peacoat worn over a knitted turtleneck.

No pants.

He clears his throat, yellow eyes briefly shifting to the person recording this video before, apparently reassured, focusing once more on the lens. When he speaks his voice is deep and refined, with the affectation of rolling the odd R here or there. Somehow, his mouthful of many sharp teeth fails to obstruct his speech even slightly.]

Ahem. Good evening. I come to you today with a request. You see, while these—[he pauses here to give the dummy a light swat with the flat of his blade for emphasis]—are adequate while drilling forms, I find myself sorely lacking in practical combat exercises. To this end, I would like to enquire if anyone is in need of a sparring partner?

Comments

*cuts in*

[ruevealing]

Neal!

[Sorry, Hob, but Rue's bestie is here.

The phone flips around to the delighted, feathery face of Rue, cheerfully smiling down at the device.]

Hello, my dear! How nice to see you again! If you are looking to learn how to spar, I assure you that you'll find no better instructor than Hob here.

[hob, get in here and bring us back on track please]

rip hob

[conning]

[Neal grins at the sight of the owlbear.] Would I be incorrect in guessing that this is your fiance?

rip in peace

[sneakery]

[With all that fur it's impossible to be sure, but there's a subtle shift in Hob's countenance that gives the impression he might, perhaps, maybe, be blushing. He clears his throat and folds his arms behind his back in a habitual parade rest.]

Ahem. You would be correct. K.P. Hob, at your service. May I propose a trade, of sorts? I have no firsthand experience with these...gonnes...which I am becoming increasingly aware is to my detriment. If you were to show me the basics of their operation I would be grateful indeed.

[ruevealing]

[It's a cute attempt, but Rue will not be swayed into steering this conversation away from sweetly embarrassing their beloved. Not yet. With a playful glimmer in their eyes, Rue leans in close towards Hob's phone, stage whispering to Neal, their eyes never once leaving where the blushing bugbear is standing.]

Yes! This is my darling fiancé. Didn't I tell you he was the most handsome man?

[sneakery]

[help]

[conning]

[Neal grins, deciding to both play along and answer Hob's request.] I'd be delighted to help such an attractive, talented individual expand his talent pool. You definitely found a worthy companion, Rue.

[ruevealing]

[Absolutely preening with delight, Rue turns the focus of the video back to Hob. They'll let the boys chat for now]