“Are you recording?” Awsten asks, sweeping his bangs out of his eyes. Behind the camera, Jawn makes a noise in response and Awsten makes grabby hands towards him. “Gimme.”
Jawn groans, but relents. The screen is a blur before it settles. “If you lick my lens again I’ll kill you.”
The camera zooms in on Awsten’s eye before it turns its focus to Jawn’s chin and then the monkey slippers on Awsten’s feet. Someone else says something in the distance and the screen blurs as Awsten runs up to the source.
“This is Otto.” The camera shakes and focuses on the man in question before panning back to Awsten. “He’s our new drummer. He’s hot, gets stung by bees a lot, plays baseball, he’s hot—”
“You already said that,” Jawn points out.
“Well it’s true,” Awsten retorts. “Anyways, say hi to the internet Otto.”
The picture catches Otto’s profile. “Hi to the internet, Otto,” he repeats. Awsten gets in frame and makes a wildly happy face before leaning into the camera, ignoring the protests of “Don’t!” from Jawn in the background.