✖ 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

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Dante~! [She groans, but she's still laughing a little.]

[werallsatisfied.livejournal.com]

What? I'm not allowed to like that smile? [He's just teasing, of course. or possibly flirting!]

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

[At least it succeeds in making her laugh, even if she is blushing something fierce.] You are such a dork. You want any chocolate chip cookies?

[werallsatisfied.livejournal.com]

You had me at the chocolate part.

[notlikethemovie.livejournal.com]

Then you'll have to come get some. Want to help? The mixing's the part that always takes the longest.

[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.

[werallsatisfied.livejournal.com]

[Done deal!]

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

[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.

[werallsatisfied.livejournal.com]

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

[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.

[werallsatisfied.livejournal.com]

Good! Means I get you all to myself! Won't have to take someone kneecaps out in a heroic gesture to save you from lions. [Can't exactly use 'wolves' since... you know... :| She's... kind of like one?]