Am not StrongGirl. [Closed]
Characters: Dahlia, Rolo
Content: "Melissa" is coming back from shopping~! For food, actually. And the poor little girl can't carry bags, so Rolo is contractually obligated to help her or he won't be allowed to eat. Unless he feels like trying the secret ingredient, and it isn't asparagus. 8(
Setting: Bellicious Bellicius, outside of the Victoria II, into the kitchen.
Time: About three hours before the cooks have to actually cook dinner, I suppose.
Warnings: These two? Prepare for epic... or fail. Whichever.
Shopping was always supposed to be something pleasant. Something nice! But no. No, after looking through the remains of the kitchen supplies after that stupid nimrod got tea-dough everywhere, it was painfully obvious she needed to buy way more than she expected. Even this wouldn't have been a problem if she could get someone to carry the bags for her, but dear Grand Admiral Princessia wouldn't let anyone else leave!
So after a painful hour of lugging groceries, carrying bags, and nudging the rest of the bags forward with her foot, Dahlia reached the Victoria II again exhausted, frustrated, and really looking forward to never doing this ever again.
Oh, someone was getting a surprise in their meal.
She stopped, of course, before attempting to make the trek up the ramp and back into the ship. Maybe she could still finagle someone into carrying them the rest of the way. She'd just have to look cute enough--this being accomplished by gently falling to her knees, softly placing the groceries on the ground, and let her eyes swell with tears. Oh, poor her! Whoever would save the new, weak cook from this horrible fate~?
Content: "Melissa" is coming back from shopping~! For food, actually. And the poor little girl can't carry bags, so Rolo is contractually obligated to help her or he won't be allowed to eat. Unless he feels like trying the secret ingredient, and it isn't asparagus. 8(
Setting: Bellicious Bellicius, outside of the Victoria II, into the kitchen.
Time: About three hours before the cooks have to actually cook dinner, I suppose.
Warnings: These two? Prepare for epic... or fail. Whichever.
Shopping was always supposed to be something pleasant. Something nice! But no. No, after looking through the remains of the kitchen supplies after that stupid nimrod got tea-dough everywhere, it was painfully obvious she needed to buy way more than she expected. Even this wouldn't have been a problem if she could get someone to carry the bags for her, but dear Grand Admiral Princessia wouldn't let anyone else leave!
So after a painful hour of lugging groceries, carrying bags, and nudging the rest of the bags forward with her foot, Dahlia reached the Victoria II again exhausted, frustrated, and really looking forward to never doing this ever again.
Oh, someone was getting a surprise in their meal.
She stopped, of course, before attempting to make the trek up the ramp and back into the ship. Maybe she could still finagle someone into carrying them the rest of the way. She'd just have to look cute enough--this being accomplished by gently falling to her knees, softly placing the groceries on the ground, and let her eyes swell with tears. Oh, poor her! Whoever would save the new, weak cook from this horrible fate~?