✖ thirty-first trauma//spring shed - Accidental Video ✖

[wolfishsurvivalist]

[Mika's in her bathroom, standing in front of the sink wearing a tank top with a pair of scissors held in her right hand with her foremost locks of hair trapped between the fingers of her left hand. She looks tired even as she begins to cut, and even as she starts to pull tufts of her undercoat out, it starts to become obvious that she's grown in a few bands of paler hair near her face. And it seems like she's not planning on stopping at just her bangs. When she's finished shearing her hair falls roughly halfway between her shoulders and her chin, and she's looking at the mess in the sink with a detached sort of dismay. After all, she's just lopped off around ten inches of hair, and she's not sure how to feel about it.]

It's been over a week and I still don't feel any older. Just more tired. Whatever...

[She looks away from the sink towards the door to the bathroom and shouts.] Hey, Deuce? Want me to make some cookies or something? I feel like baking! Or cooking or something. You got any suggestions?

Need to clean up a mess first though. Last thing I need is a drain girl infestation....

Comments

[fauconlunaire.livejournal.com]

The pleasure is mine, Miss Mika.

_{[He smiles back, idly twirling his flute in one hand while watching Mika tape up the window. The blah wall colour does nothing to compliment the tape, which is a pity.
AND OF COURSE TO INTRODUCE HIMSELF HE HAS TO STRIKE A POSE. Or several poses, really. With plenty of impressive sparkling.]}

I am Ushiwaka, the warrior prophet~! The God's Gift to Mankind~!
_{And victim of a sweet tooth, but that doesn't sound impressive compared to the other things on my resume'.}

[hiddensnake.livejournal.com]

[She's already gathering the stuff.]

[kernelpanicking.livejournal.com]

Sure. Sounds good.

[werallsatisfied.livejournal.com]

[:|a This could possibly mean getting the mixing bowl, after making cookies, right?]

Don't see why I can't lend a little expertise.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[Of course! Mika only licks out the mixing bowls if they were for icing. She'll even give him a spatula.]

I'll be glad to have some help. I said 'cookies' over the network and suddenly Deuce and I have an invasion. Not that I really mind.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

You can come over and have some when they're fresh, if you'd like? It seems like a lot of people are interested, so I'll probably have to squirrel some away for you so they don't all disappear.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[She covers her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing, Waka is so much more fabulous in person. The PlayStation graphics really do not do him any justice.]

With a title like that, you must be pretty spectacular. I'll bet you're really popular back home, right?

[The urge to tease him about a fanclub is so tempting, but she resists.]

[werallsatisfied.livejournal.com]

[Done deal!]

Hey, home baked goods, fresh and warm, in the middle of all this? What'd ya expect?

[kernelpanicking.livejournal.com]

Heh! Fresh cookies are always the best! Don't feel too obligated, though.

[fauconlunaire.livejournal.com]

_{[The half-baked prophet heaves a dramatic sigh while bending to remove his geta. Bad manners to wear shoes indoors and all that.]}

Alas, I have other duties that come before being the social butterfly, I'm afraid. Deathly serious business.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Defending Nippon from demons and guiding wayward goddesses back on course? [It slips out before she can stop herself, her head in a pantry as she rummages for one more ingredient.]

[Action]

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Well, we're planning on mixing an extra-large batch of cookies, so you can help pour in the chips while I stir?

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I wasn't exactly expecting my phone to broadcast it. But hey, I'm not complaining if my cookies bring the hot guys to my place.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Nah, I don't mind. I'll be trying to save some for later anyway.

[werallsatisfied.livejournal.com]

Hot, huh? Guess I'm gonna have to find some way to outshine the competition.

[kernelpanicking.livejournal.com]

Awesome! Sounds good!

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

You have competition? [Her hand covers her mouth and she gets an almost sly look on her face as she glances away.]

Oh, did I say that out loud?

[werallsatisfied.livejournal.com]

[Oh-ho! Sly, and very pleased, grin, you can has it.]

Well, now that you mention it, probably not! Still don't mean I've got it easy. Guys lining up for a pretty thing like you, with home-baked cookies.

[:| No one ever said he was always an amazing flirt.]

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[Maybe not, but he does make Mika laugh.]

I think they're just here for the cookies.

[fauconlunaire.livejournal.com]

_{[A slight narrowing of the eyes is really the only sign Waka caught that while he leans backwards against a counter.]}

Non, even more. For example, keeping an eye on poor Abe. He has a knack for losing his issued equipment.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[Her ears twitch as she seems to be rummaging for something, her tail waving idly before she makes a quiet 'ah-ha!' and pulls out the container she was looking for.]

Well, that happens when there's a master thief loose in town. Where did Deuce put the...? [She looks around, nose wrinkling as her ears fold back before she spots something on the counter.] Oh!

[Setting the brown sugar down next to the bag of chocolate chips, she wrinkles her nose and winces before opening both of them, only relaxing when she's sure that they're both fine. Content with checking all the food to make sure it hasn't spoiled, her ears flick back to listen to Waka, although her right ear keeps twitching as if she's tracking noises elsewhere in the apartments.]

~

[fauconlunaire.livejournal.com]

_{[My, my, she is a walking encyclopedia, isn't she? Waka chuckles, sidling a little closer to peer curiously at the ingredients being placed in a line. Some he's never seen before, but hey. A cookie connoisseur has to be open-minded.]}

Quite right. Hayazo may have been swift, but alas, not swifter than a reincarnated deity.
But one has to wonder...

_{[With a wicked grin on his face (He loves flustering women, you see) the blonde leans in close to one of Mika's fluffy ears and lowers his voice to a purr.]}

...how you know all of this. Care to enlighten me, cherie~?

/inserts girly scream here

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[Mika lets out a sharp yip, nearly coating both herself and the counter with flour as her hands clamp down on the bag as she flinches away from him like she's been doused with cold water and nearly threatening to dump the bag down her front as she trips over her own feet.]

D-don't do that! [One hand is clamped over her ear as her cheeks are bright red, and the shake starts at her head and works its way down to the tip of her tail like she was settling fur she didn't even have anymore. Rubbing her ear, she mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like 'video game' as she stares intently at the floor.]

Ohohoho. +1 ego point for Waka.

[fauconlunaire.livejournal.com]

_{[Of course Waka's chuckling away to himself, dusting off the flour from his Hitoe jacket, hair, and helmet wing thingies, resting his elbows on the counter edge with a distinctly amused expression on his face.]}

Hmm? Do what, converse? Ask questions?

_{[Oh, he's going to make a sport out of this, Mika. You're encouraging him. Better to not react at all! Despite his innocent tone, the sly glint in his eye speaks volumes about the teasing.]}

s-sob, oh her life

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

In my ear! Personal space, please! I can hear you just fine from over here. [She lets out a distressed 'arooo' sound through her pursed lips as she dusts off the front of her shirt.]