Happy Early Pink and Red Day! (Open-rp to anyone)
Late afternoon, the door the apartment sixteen swung open slightly in ominous creak to reveal...
Pink clad legs. Just legs. The demure little arms were full, full, of pieces of paper ranging highly in one spectrum of color. Reds and pinks, bright or dark, pastel and neon. And they were not your ordinary, normal everyday pieces of paper, oh no. They were little hearts made from construction paper, cut out with too much care and attention paid.
Easing a hip to angle herself out the door with as much stealth as possible, somewhere in that pile of paper there were scissors and scotch tape. And Yachiru? She was humming the theme song from mission impossible, yes.
"This is your mission, should you choose to accept it," whispered in between doo-doo-do, doo-doo'ing. "You have, uh, lots of time before Ken-chan gets home. " Out the door now, and the pile of paper hearts lost a few when she juggled the glob of pink, the door in order to shut it, and then a key to lock it behind her. "You must decorate every door in hopes of bringing Valentines day early to one and all! This message will self destruct in ten seconds!"
When the door finally did click shut, she took the time to make explode-y noises. PISSSHEEEEE--BOOOM! She would have gestured with her arms, but that would mean losing more of her hearts. Speaking of which, she was leaving a nice trail of them behind her as she toddled unsteadily to the stairs. There were a lot of floors, and only a little of girl to cover all the doors. This was terribly serious business, and Yachiru meant to complete her mission in utmost stealth if possible. Starting with the first floor, of course.
Somehow, Yachiru and stealth did not quite fit.
Pink clad legs. Just legs. The demure little arms were full, full, of pieces of paper ranging highly in one spectrum of color. Reds and pinks, bright or dark, pastel and neon. And they were not your ordinary, normal everyday pieces of paper, oh no. They were little hearts made from construction paper, cut out with too much care and attention paid.
Easing a hip to angle herself out the door with as much stealth as possible, somewhere in that pile of paper there were scissors and scotch tape. And Yachiru? She was humming the theme song from mission impossible, yes.
"This is your mission, should you choose to accept it," whispered in between doo-doo-do, doo-doo'ing. "You have, uh, lots of time before Ken-chan gets home. " Out the door now, and the pile of paper hearts lost a few when she juggled the glob of pink, the door in order to shut it, and then a key to lock it behind her. "You must decorate every door in hopes of bringing Valentines day early to one and all! This message will self destruct in ten seconds!"
When the door finally did click shut, she took the time to make explode-y noises. PISSSHEEEEE--BOOOM! She would have gestured with her arms, but that would mean losing more of her hearts. Speaking of which, she was leaving a nice trail of them behind her as she toddled unsteadily to the stairs. There were a lot of floors, and only a little of girl to cover all the doors. This was terribly serious business, and Yachiru meant to complete her mission in utmost stealth if possible. Starting with the first floor, of course.
Somehow, Yachiru and stealth did not quite fit.