First Apple; Video

[dotsanddashes]

[The feed turns on, the signal coming from Robert Lutece's console - and there he is, standing in front of the camera...in what appear to be Rosalind's clothes. They're a bit too small, and his waist is cinched in...he's got a corset on. Deadpan, he addresses the camera.]

Good evening. I am Robert Lutece.

I would just like to say...I am a complete buffoon. If I weren't so busy secretly wearing my sister's clothes while she isn't home, I might actually take a moment to listen to her. She's had a hard time of things during all this, and I haven't been nearly sensitive enough. I'm a complete idiot. Here I am, telling her to be more social...just so I can lark about at home.

I am...ashamed.

[Something is...not quite right here.]

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video; rosa started it, robert tried to be the bigger man /rimshot

[dashesanddots]

That's merely the standard self-loathing one feels when looking at themself in the mirror.

[Whoops, Robert doesn't care that much right now, but he will regret it later.]

video; he's putting you on time-out.

[leviathaned]

Self-loathing would require her to still be the same self, wouldn't it.

[SHRUG.] Regret's seen in the mirror often enough, too. Or is that already the problem?

video; you're not his mom you can't tell robert what to do

[dashesanddots]

We are the same self, just from different angles.

I live with many regrets. None of them revolve around her. [That's not gonna be the case later tonight as he cries over a pint of ice cream or something.]

video; don't make him put shoes on and come down there

[leviathaned]

It's kind of a weak justification, don't you think?

[MAN HE'S WARNED YOU BOTH, BROSKI.]