[A quick recorded entry, more in the style of a public service announcement than an actual journal entry.]
It seems the owl food I brought home has decided to make itself scarce. If you see any scurrying about, Spirit-chan prefers living prey. Please act accordingly. Thank you.
[ooc: Yup, the box full of mice she
brought home chewed a nice,
(
Read more... )
There's a squawk of indignation as Sanji discovers a few of the mice running around his kitche-- oi oi off his pans!]
OUT, YOU SHITTY RODENTS!
Reply
Good morning, Sanji!
Reply
Reply
Ah, thank you!
Do you have any idea where they came from? [someone didn't catch that announcement.]
Reply
[Grabs one by the tail as it was making a mad dash for cover behind the sugar tin.]
Reply
Reply
Mm, the owl. It's quite charming.
Reply
Reply
Reply
Actually -- Robin-chan, you should probably know that owl's not really an owl. It's-- Oi! [mouse, why are you crawling up his pant leg? He shakes said leg like it's on fire]
Reply
Sanji, settle down!
[She takes his leg in her arms, and wraps a few extras around his grounded leg to make sure he stays put, then slips her hand up his pant leg after the stray mouse.]
Reply
F-forgive me, Robin-cha-- Aahah-- o-oi, shitty mouse! [Another round of unmanly giggling]
Reply
T-this is so sudden--!]
Awaaaaaaah~! ♥♥ R-robin-chan is touching meeee~! This is so bold of y-- a-ahhahaa-- [Oh jeez, this can only end in his death. The mouse, frightened by Sanji's insistent wiggling and the hand diligently searching for it, is scurrying up and down his leg like its life depends on it]
Reply
Well. Fine, little one. Two can play at that game.
An arm comes out of Sanji's side and plunges down, beneath the layer of cloth, and begins questing after the mouse from above. Capture is inevitably on the horizon.]
Reply
It is also the day he might expire due to bloodloss and his eyes mass-producing so many hearts that his real one gives out, but frankly, he can't find it in him to care he is ten seconds away from dying. He'll go a happy man, and hey, when he comes back, he can exclaim how Robin shoved her hand down (and up) his pants.
THIS IS WHAT VICTORY FEELS LIKE, RIGHT?
The mouse, however, isn't sharing the chef's glee. With two hands after it, the number of actions it can take is slimming down, and fast. In fact, the only thing it can do is take a chance and hope to run past the hand from above.]
Reply
What a pesky little thing.
[A moment later]
Are you alright?
Reply
Leave a comment