eight - audio

[scarredpalms]

Mikaela. You still here? Come down to Sergei's. I think it's time I gave you that dinner.

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[chopshopgoddess]

Y'know, I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about that. I'll be right there.

[scarredpalms]

Mikaela, I'm wounded!

[Only he's totally not.]

I'm a man of my word. Delayed word, maybe, but... [Shrug.]

[chopshopgoddess]

[fff, she laughs.]

Your voice, it is the sound of a wounded man.

[Hang on, let her get some shoes on.]

Better late than never?

[scarredpalms]

I'm masking my pain! But, yeah. I owe you this and I am going to make it damn good. [That, and you still sound like you need a warm meal.]

[chopshopgoddess]

You totally owe me - I kicked you into last Tuesday in that race.

[What's a little friendly banter? Once those boots are on, she's clomping out into the hall and towards Sergei's.]

[scarredpalms]

Oh, you can't beat me that bad twice. It'll be closer next time.

[Or not. He hasn't really been practicing.]

[chopshopgoddess]

...

Wanna bet?

[Heh. She slips into Sergei's, quietly making her way to the kitchen.]

[scarredpalms]

Hmm. Bet on myself losing. Lose the race, with the bet... my options are looking good here.

[She might be able to hear him talking into his communicator. Right now, he's peeking into the oven to check on the food inside. It's almost ready.]

[chopshopgoddess]

Well, you might win. Maybe.

[Theeere he is. She'll wait til he's out of harms way before she pounces.

3...2...1...]

[scarredpalms]

Hard to say, when I'm facing skills like yours.

[And he closes the oven. Better let the food go a liiittle longer.

He's yours for the taking, Mikaela~]

[chopshopgoddess]

You're right, you'd totally lose.

[And...POUNCE. Have a spider!Mikaela on your back, Cyrus.]