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Sparkle and Ulrik's Room, Tuesday Afternoon

Jan 15, 2013 05:03

For all that she struggled to look resolute and determined, Sholeh was inwardly quaking as she knocked on the door to Sparkle and Ulrik's room. In her hands was a plate of homemade cookies for them to share, hopefully that would make this whole thing a lot easier ( Read more... )

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myownface January 15 2013, 12:52:56 UTC

Sparkle had been laying with his back on his bed, contemplating the greater meaning of the pair of currently mismatched, brightly-coloured socks, which he had on his feet, in the air.

One was green. Just green. And the other was blue. Blue with ice cream cones on it.

It was actually a little blasphemous, when you asked Sparkle. But then came the knock on his door, shaking him out of his mismatched sock dilemma. A welcome distraction, even!

It didn't change the fact that Sparkle pulled a double-take and then raised a skeptical eyebrow at Sholeh once he opened the door.

"You aren't going to turn into a badger on me, are you?"

nomelancholy January 15 2013, 13:31:08 UTC

Ulrik, meanwhile, had been absorbed in the extremely important task of dragging a shoelace across the floor and watching Velcro stalk it.

"Saying things like that seems like an excellent way to tempt fate," he commented mildly to Sparkle. "Come on in, Sholeh."

3girls_1core January 15 2013, 20:24:13 UTC

Sparkle's remark had Sholeh blushing (and Zeela grumbling) as she came in the door. "Here," she said, shoving the plate of cookies at him. "I brought you these cookies as a thank you. For, you know, taking care of..."

She swallowed hard and closed the door firmly behind her.

"...taking care of us."

myownface January 15 2013, 22:21:53 UTC

Sparkle stood there, blinking down at the cookie plate while his brain worked on processing that other bit.

"Yeah, well, someone had to do it," he mumbled, really not in the mood to tempt fate, and biting his tongue otherwise to keep from making some snarky comment about whether she was going to try to pass that 'us' off as a royal 'we,' next. Cookie peace offerings were effective that way. "You'd probably get eaten by like a gremlin or something in five minutes as a deer. Dog-girl, too."

Yeah, she'd given him a name. No, he didn't feel like losing it.

"Whoever badgerbreath was, though? She needed to be contained so that she wouldn't terrorize everyone else. I'm a hero."

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