✖ thirty-first trauma//spring shed - Accidental Video ✖

[notlikethemovie]

[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

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[fauconlunaire]

Cookies?
Well now. I might just have to liberate a few from the oven.

[notlikethemovie]

[Holy shit it's Waka. This place is like a nerdgasm gone horribly, horribly wrong.]

Don't burn yourself. Any particular kind you'd like?

[fauconlunaire]

[Well, he IS the God's Gift to Man, after all. :/a ]

I think the appropriate question would be which ones I don't like, cherie.

[notlikethemovie]

[And this is the Hell's Apartments. Where's a fuzzy goddess when you need her? At least Waka makes Mika smile.]

Alright then, I amend my statement. What wouldn't you like?

[fauconlunaire]

[Have a dazzling ladykiller smile, lil' miss wolf ears.]

The burnt kind. But I'm sure you'll avoid that tragedy easily enough.

[notlikethemovie]

[Fffffff that is so much different from watching him on the game.]

I do try.

[fauconlunaire]

[Just wait. He's worse in person.]

I'm afraid I'll have to monitor the baking process, just to be sure. I'm a bit of a perfectionist, you see.

[notlikethemovie]

As long as nobody gets burned, I'm not going to stop you.

I do think our kitchen's going to get a bit crowded though.

[fauconlunaire]

Oh, I hardly think that'll be a problem. Look out the window, chou-fleur.

[GUESS WHO'S HOVERING OUTSIDE THE WINDOW WITH HIS CRAZY WING-HAIR, MIKA. Wavewavewave~!]

[notlikethemovie]

[HE IS SO LUCKY that she knows he can fly, otherwise there'd be startled screams. She looks shocked for a moment, then shakes her head with a grin as she walks over to open it up.]

You know, the last time something was hovering outside the window we had to put up wards to make sure it stayed out. You might give somebody a nasty scare that way. [Even still, she opens it wide to make sure he can come in easily, procuring a roll of tape even as she talks so she can seal up the window.]

[fauconlunaire]

Scare someone? Moi? My dear, you wound me deeply. Such harsh words from that pretty mouth.

[Waka chuckles and floats on in. Of course he's like... tall thanks to those weird shoe sandle thingummies of his, so a little maneuvering to keep him from bumping his head on the top of the window is needed.]

Now then. I don't believe I know your name, cherie.

[notlikethemovie]

Nah, more like surprise someone. [She grins, shaking her head at him and his ridiculously tall geta.]

Mika Whitepaws, nice to meet you. [Her tail wags as she closes the window, sealing it up with red tape again.]

[fauconlunaire]

The pleasure is mine, Miss Mika.

[He smiles back, idly twirling his flute in one hand while watching Mika tape up the window. The blah wall colour does nothing to compliment the tape, which is a pity.
AND OF COURSE TO INTRODUCE HIMSELF HE HAS TO STRIKE A POSE. Or several poses, really. With plenty of impressive sparkling.]

I am Ushiwaka, the warrior prophet~! The God's Gift to Mankind~!
And victim of a sweet tooth, but that doesn't sound impressive compared to the other things on my resume'.

[notlikethemovie]

[She covers her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing, Waka is so much more fabulous in person. The PlayStation graphics really do not do him any justice.]

With a title like that, you must be pretty spectacular. I'll bet you're really popular back home, right?

[The urge to tease him about a fanclub is so tempting, but she resists.]

[fauconlunaire]

[The half-baked prophet heaves a dramatic sigh while bending to remove his geta. Bad manners to wear shoes indoors and all that.]

Alas, I have other duties that come before being the social butterfly, I'm afraid. Deathly serious business.

[notlikethemovie]

Defending Nippon from demons and guiding wayward goddesses back on course? [It slips out before she can stop herself, her head in a pantry as she rummages for one more ingredient.]