Everybody's Best Attempts Didn't Do No Good [Closed]

[redthenightless]

Who: The SDM
What: Regrouping after the Cream of the Crop event
When: Backdated to... sometime soon after the event...?
Where: Patchouli and Meiling's House
Warnings: Drama? Confusion? Shenanigans?

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[notsogreatwall]

[ Meiling extended the invitation for many reasons: convenience, respect, guilt. Her behavior could be excused, perhaps, but the following radio silence? That was all her doing.

While everyone is gathering, she busies herself in the kitchen, preparing especially bitter tea for herself, and trying her hand at cookies. They're actually not bad, if one likes walnuts with their chocolate chips.

But of course she doesn't have to sit there in front of the stove and actually watch them bake. No, she does that because she is making herself as scarce as possible at the moment. ]

[notsogreatwall]

[ That's a curious response, and she just stares blankly at the tiny vampire a moment. ] --are you feeling okay?

[there_were_none]

[Another blink.]

I think my head still hurts. [Or at the very least feels slightly scrambled.

You know, more than usual.]

[notsogreatwall]

[ "Still"? Meiling carefully reaches up with her other hand, and places it right against Flandre's forehead.

Is there pain to be found there? The dragon will try to direct that energy out and away, as she's done in the past. Something she hasn't been able to do for months. ]

[there_were_none]

[Well, there was--but there wasn't any now. It had all just...drained away, but in a mostly pleasant and slightly tickly and entirely strange manner.

Flandre makes that little burbling noise again. When she blinks next, her eyes refocus. Where before they had been slightly mismatched with mostly round pupils, now they were sharp and clear and vaguely catlike.

Her newly properly focused eyes promptly cross as she tries to stare at Meiling's hand. ARE YOU A WIZARD.]

[notsogreatwall]

[ MAYBE.

She smiles big, not moving that hand very far, but pulling the other up behind Flandre to rest on her head. ] Feel better?

[there_were_none]

[Flandre's eyes stay focused on Meiling's hands a moment longer before they seem to snap awake and fix on her face instead.]

...Meiling did that?

[Though she can't help but lean backwards against Meiling's other hand anyway.]

[notsogreatwall]

[ A nod. ] I did. Looks like I was lucky to get some more of my strength back.

[there_were_none]

[Flandre's expression suddenly changes.]

Oh, oh, me too Meiling! A little bit, anyway--

[Still babbing, the vampire reached up to put her hands around Meiling's wrist, prickly little claws and all. Her grip is...well, unremarkable, compared to how it used to be. Maybe a tad stronger now, considering Flandre's appearance, but not by very much.

Not that she seems to notice.]

[notsogreatwall]

[ Meiling notices that little grip and, hiding a smile, she tenses and dramatically cants her head back as if she was in tremendous pain. ] O-oh no, help! You're crushing my wrist, aaaah! [ That's so fake, surely there's no way Flandre will be convinced. ]

[there_were_none]

[...well, maybe a little.

Flandre twitched backwards, one hand releasing its hold on Meiling's arm. Then she placed her hand back--and jerked it away again.

A moment more and she actually looked, peering at where her own hand had been with her head all tilted to the side.

It didn't look squished, but the vampire looked more than a little concerned anyway.]

[notsogreatwall]

[ She made a bit of a show of shaking her hand, and then flexing her fingers. ] Whew! That was really close, you know. It's a good thing I heal so fast now. [ Thumbs up. See! All good~ ]

[there_were_none]

[Flandre makes another little chitter, still a bit concerned. She stood on her toes this time to get a better look, tilting her head to the other side and dilating her pupils.

She almost runs her face into Meiling's thumb, but she doesn't seem to notice.]

[notsogreatwall]

[ The oven timer dings (she remembered it this time!) and Meiling makes a surprised sound. ] There's the second batch of cookies. Let me get them out, okay? [ Which means she'll have to move away, but just for a short bit! ]

[there_were_none]

[Flandre jumps slightly, not expecting that sound in the least.

...or what made that sound. What was this thing? She's...never really seen an oven before. And doesn't notice at all when Meiling pulls away; her hands keep hovering right where they were a bit longer.]

What's that, Meiling?

[notsogreatwall]

Hm? It's the oven! [ It takes her a moment to consider how to explain it, as she dons her oven mitts (this time). ] It's where all that food that's baked gets heated up to get it ready to serve. Like these cookies-- [ Meiling opens the front most of the way. ] --see?