[Week 31 | Day 7] Tell Me A Story...
Who: can_you_eat_it & niko_wafer
Status: Closed.
Style: Past tense, Third person.
Where: Gilbert's newly acquired bakery, Mizusato
When: Mid-morning, Week 31 | Day 7
Rating: PG-13 at most
Warnings: Swearing, mostly from Alice. XP
Summary: Alice isn't allowed in the kitchens anymore and the front of the bakery happens to have a lull. This can only mean story-time when a certain blond walks in.
Being banned from the kitchen, while Gilbert and Oz were making delicious smelling meatbuns just had to be the very worst sort of treatment. Honestly - weren't they supposed to be her servants? So why wasn't she allowed back there anymore.
Granted, she had already stolen a good dozen or so of the things, but they were really, really yummy! So honestly - they should see that as a compliment, right?
But no.
She'd been banned rather callously from that divine place, which is why she'd jumped up to sit on the countertop, the heels of her boots clacking in a steady rhythm off the front of the counter as she bounced her feet one after the other, bored as anything because she was the only one out there. Bored and annoyed, because there was an itch, half-way up her forearm, under the cast.
Which is why, after a moment, she simply plucked one of the unused sticks of incense from the shrine in the corner, then settled back into her spot, busily trying to shove the thin wooden stick down into the cast in an attempt to reach said spot.
Status: Closed.
Style: Past tense, Third person.
Where: Gilbert's newly acquired bakery, Mizusato
When: Mid-morning, Week 31 | Day 7
Rating: PG-13 at most
Warnings: Swearing, mostly from Alice. XP
Summary: Alice isn't allowed in the kitchens anymore and the front of the bakery happens to have a lull. This can only mean story-time when a certain blond walks in.
Being banned from the kitchen, while Gilbert and Oz were making delicious smelling meatbuns just had to be the very worst sort of treatment. Honestly - weren't they supposed to be her servants? So why wasn't she allowed back there anymore.
Granted, she had already stolen a good dozen or so of the things, but they were really, really yummy! So honestly - they should see that as a compliment, right?
But no.
She'd been banned rather callously from that divine place, which is why she'd jumped up to sit on the countertop, the heels of her boots clacking in a steady rhythm off the front of the counter as she bounced her feet one after the other, bored as anything because she was the only one out there. Bored and annoyed, because there was an itch, half-way up her forearm, under the cast.
Which is why, after a moment, she simply plucked one of the unused sticks of incense from the shrine in the corner, then settled back into her spot, busily trying to shove the thin wooden stick down into the cast in an attempt to reach said spot.