[ it’s a little wobbly and surely there’s more than one hand trying to set the device up, but it’s not apparent that one of the hands isn’t exactly ezekiel’s. just blurry cluttering and glasses, a grin once it manages to focus for a second on the man’s face and he fixes the slant his spectacles are in— ]

Ah, hello, let me just— adjust— [ and there, with long, furry black arms wrapped around his neck once he does adjust, is a doe-eyed friend staring about with what looks like disinterest. ] this, [ he says with an admirable amount of enthusiasm, supporting the gibbon from its hindside, ] is Tiki. He’s an Eastern Hoolock Gibbon.

[ and somewhat quieter, talking to the ape, ]

Someone wants to meet you, Tiki. [ tiki looks away, ] —I know he’s interested, he wants to take it from me when I’m not looking.