And, as September approaches, we're almost done! :P This one is much more lighthearted than the last, I promise. I know that was kind of macabre. Enjoy!

This is another 2015 AU, as evidenced by the presence of the video website Vine.

Day 27: "Films Made By Odd"

"Heeey, Kiwi! Ki-wi!"

Odd pressed the record button on his screen, angled his phone toward Ulrich's bed, and made a beckoning gesture at Kiwi, whistling and clicking his tongue. Kiwi, who'd been lying curled up there for the past forty-five minutes, hadn't moved an inch in response, not even to perk up his ears to the noise.

"Heey! Hey! Over here! Hey!" Odd beckoned to him again, whistling twice before he leaned in closer, placing his hand on Kiwi's back. This time Kiwi did lift his head, but only briefly, fixing Odd with a bleary, one-eyed stare before he rested it back on the bed.

"Kiwi, you're killing me here." He sighed, stopped the recording, and started it again. He really didn't have to keep pressing the button, as the time intervals were so small that he was better off just editing them out of a longer recording, but it did make organization a lot easier. "What happened to my little diggity dog, eh? Where'd your energy go?"

"He must've used it last night when he was barking in my ear at 4 AM," Ulrich said, charitably showing only a twinge of irritation in his voice. He slowly flipped to the next page of his comic, without looking up.

"He was barking last night? I didn't hear it." Odd bent further over Kiwi, now poking him intermittently. "And I thought you slept with earplugs, anyway."

"Given what I have earplugs for, if he can get through them then that's saying something."

"Oh, har har." Odd grumbled, but slipped into a low whine as Kiwi continued to do nothing. "Uggghh. If I don't have something for today my followers'll drop off by the hundreds…"

"Hundreds?" Ulrich looked up from his comic, legitimately surprised. "I knew you had followers, but not that many."

"Well…I have over a hundred," Odd said. "But I worked hard for 'em! And I'm not gonna stop now."

"You could probably still post what you've got," Ulrich said. "People do like dog Vines, no matter what they're doing. And even if they look like Kiwi."

"Hey, many of my followers have personally told me that Kiwi is very handsome - and your leg's in the shot, Ulrich." Ulrich grumbled, but he did move his leg. He now only occupied half of what was nominally his bed; Kiwi took up the middle, and Odd took up the rest. "Uuugghhh. If I'd just gotten to Jim sooner I wouldn't have to resort to this…"

"To Jim?" Ulrich said, interested. "What were you planning with Jim?"

"Oh man, it was gonna be great," Odd said, dropping the phone in order to free himself up for hand gestures. "We were gonna knock on doors and play the trombone for unsuspecting sixth graders… buuuuut the principal found out and vetoed it."

"Wait, he found out about your Vine account?" Ulrich said. "And you told Jim? But that's full of Kiwi videos-"

"That I took at home, over the summer." Odd gave Ulrich an exaggerated wink. He sighed. "Just like this one. Sleeping dog. Whoopee."

"He's not actually sleeping," Ulrich said. "He's just kinda…lying there."

"Mm. Yeah." Odd stared down at Kiwi, tapping his fingers against his darkened phone screen. "Hm. Wanna see how many socks we stack on his head?"

Ulrich looked down at Kiwi, arched his eyebrows, and nodded. "Hm. Yeah, I think I do. I think I definitely do."

- Carth