I Am Sick With A Fever And A Sore Throat
Because otherwise I would have (probably) NOT created Alt-Alt-Muffin Stove! >.<
>.> <.< ....Ok, fine. I admit that actually like this idea!
"I should have learned from Chase's mistake, from when he tried to use the 'Girdle of Life.'" Wuya grumbled from her somewhat forced upon 'position.'
The fact that she was currently proped on a bed by a multitude of pillows and being 'serviced' by the baby's 'father' were of little comfort to her. Her ankles were swollen, she felt as big as beach-ball, and the baby's damable father was currently force feeding her that hideous banana flavored ice-cream.
"The baby's father was supposed to be Chase Young himself, NOT Chase Young's DAUGHTER!-" Wuya was about to continue ranting, but was stopped as she was forced fed yet another spoonful of ice-cream.
"You keep saying that but I know you don't mean it!" Mija happily bubbled as she she happily fed the woman who was going to give her a baby. "You knew that I would be there that day! You always knew when my scheduled visits to Chase-Papa were..." Mija said, smiling happily and goofily at the memories.
There was a brief pause before either of the women spoke again.
"....Couldn't you at least bring me more flavors than this accursed 'Chunkey Monkey?" Wuya groused, instead of answering Mija's question.
"Sorry Dear!" Mija beamed, happy at the fact that the Heylin Witch didn't object to her claims. (She didn't agree to them either, but Mija decided to ignore that fact for now.) "But the only other flavor currently in the lair is the 'Fossil Fuel' gift from Chase-Papa. I'll go pick up more from the store later ok?"
Despite the fact that this came to me in a fever-dream, I dedicate this to both Scribe-Protra AND Tavalya_Ra.
>.> <.< ....Ok, fine. I admit that actually like this idea!
"I should have learned from Chase's mistake, from when he tried to use the 'Girdle of Life.'" Wuya grumbled from her somewhat forced upon 'position.'
The fact that she was currently proped on a bed by a multitude of pillows and being 'serviced' by the baby's 'father' were of little comfort to her. Her ankles were swollen, she felt as big as beach-ball, and the baby's damable father was currently force feeding her that hideous banana flavored ice-cream.
"The baby's father was supposed to be Chase Young himself, NOT Chase Young's DAUGHTER!-" Wuya was about to continue ranting, but was stopped as she was forced fed yet another spoonful of ice-cream.
"You keep saying that but I know you don't mean it!" Mija happily bubbled as she she happily fed the woman who was going to give her a baby. "You knew that I would be there that day! You always knew when my scheduled visits to Chase-Papa were..." Mija said, smiling happily and goofily at the memories.
There was a brief pause before either of the women spoke again.
"....Couldn't you at least bring me more flavors than this accursed 'Chunkey Monkey?" Wuya groused, instead of answering Mija's question.
"Sorry Dear!" Mija beamed, happy at the fact that the Heylin Witch didn't object to her claims. (She didn't agree to them either, but Mija decided to ignore that fact for now.) "But the only other flavor currently in the lair is the 'Fossil Fuel' gift from Chase-Papa. I'll go pick up more from the store later ok?"
Despite the fact that this came to me in a fever-dream, I dedicate this to both Scribe-Protra AND Tavalya_Ra.