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Firiel: *braids Rogue's hair* *little, tiny braids*
Rogue: o.o 'ello
Firiel: Hi. I couldn't find Theo. *braidbraid*
Rogue: I am too good to be his substitution. ¬.¬
Firiel: Oh? *moves to the other side*
Rogue: yes.
Firiel: Well. In that case. *goes in search of Theo*
Rogue: ...*pout*
Firiel: *comes back with a makeup kit* No Theo. *gets started making Rogue look pretty*
Rogue: 'm already pretty.
Firiel: I'm making you prettier. :D
Rogue: one cannot improve upon perfection
Firiel: Perfection indeed. *gives her a frilly dress* Put that on.
Rogue: o.o never.
Firiel: Oh come now. I just want to see how it fits.
Rogue: >.< *puts it on*
Firiel: :D Thank you. *looks her over, turns her around and examines*
Rogue: I don't approve
Firiel: Aww, but it looks so pretty on you!
Rogue: I feel like a cupcake
Firiel: *grins* Perfect. *grabs and takes her outside* :D
Rogue: *latches onto Firi and tries to scramble back in*
Firiel: *holds in place in the courtyard* :D
Rogue: o.o
Firiel: Such a pretty girl. *pats her head and lets her go*
Rogue: *runs back inside and hides*
Firiel: *goes back to her room and tidies up, humming*
Rogue: *appears, cleaned and dressed up normally* >.< you die. You die and you go to the dwarf ward!
Firiel: You made such a pretty little princess. :-) *pats her head*
Rogue: *bitebitebite*
Firiel: *smack* No biting.
Rogue: no dressing me up funny and dragging me outside! *bite*
Firiel: *smacks again* I've never done it before.
Rogue: ¬.¬
Firiel: It would only be fitting if Theo had before.
Rogue: grr
Firiel: *giggles* I suspected. Poor abused Rogue.
Rogue: *bite*
Firiel: *smacks and sticks her in the closet/wardrobe thing*
Rogue: HEY!
Firiel: I told you not to bite.
Rogue: *kicks at the doors*
Firiel: *sets the table against them*
Rogue: >.<
Rogue: *shrieks bloody murder*
Firiel: No one will heeeear you. :D
Theo: er...
Firiel: Unless Theo walks in. *pats his head* Hello.
Theo: hi. Your closet is yelling.
Firiel: Yes. Yes it is. That's very observant of you, Theo.
Theo: why?
Firiel: There is a Rogue in there.
Rogue: DEATH TO YOU, YOUR CHILDREN AND YOUR CHILDREN'S CHILDREN
Firiel: I don't have children.
Firiel: And my children's children would lead to Aragorn and you. :D
Rogue: AND MAY YOU GET BOILS AND ALL YOUR HAIR FALL OUT.
Firiel: She's a tad bit angry.
Theo: ...why is there a Rogue in there?
Firiel: I put her there.
Theo: oh.well, that makes sense I suppose
Firiel: I thought so. Did you happen to see her outside just a bit ago?
Theo: I saw something fluffy that moved very quickly
Firiel: *holds up the dress and nods to the wardrobe* :D
Theo: so her screaming curses at you is actually justified?
Firiel: Slightly. But it was worth it. *grins*
Theo: I'm so proud of you ;_;
Firiel: *quick hug* Should I let her out or sit in there for a while longer?
Theo: eh. She'll dance on your grave either way. Let's go get a drink.
Firiel: Mmm. Lead the way.
Theo: *happily scurries off*
Rogue: ...>.<
Firiel: *follows*
Rawr. Bitch. Complain.
Rogue: *cranky*
Firiel: *leaves her cookies*
Rogue: *eats and is a little less cranky*
Firiel: Yay *leaves more*
Rogue: *wants to perform a beating, as is her customary payment for injustices rendered upon her*
Firiel: Hmm. I could point that vampire in your direction. You'd give him a good fight. :D
Rogue: can't I just hit you? ¬.¬
Firiel: I could give you a pillow and you could pretend it's me?
Rogue: just isn't the same. You have to shed blood. 's the rules
Firiel: I'll give you a tomato with the pillow and you could pretend it's my blood.
Rogue: wuss
Firiel: I'd rather not lose more blood. :-)
Rogue: I promise to make them easily hidden bruises
Firiel: How very kind. Why would anyone willingly allow you to hit them?
Rogue: because I'll do it anyway.
Firiel: Or I could just put you back in that dress and stick you outside again. :D
Rogue: ...
Firiel: *hides*
Rogue: *peers around the closet* *starts doing horrible things to Firi's clothes*
Firiel: *peeks* Looks like I'm going to need to borrow clothes.
Rogue: *leaps out at Firi and attacks*
Firiel: *counter-attacks*
Rogue: *uses ancient art of 'having four sisters'*
Firiel: *does.... stuff*
Rogue: *uses not-so-ancient technique of 'living with theoden'*
Firiel: *uses Theo escape techniques and climbs out a window* I spend far too much time with that boy.
Rogue: *peeks out and glares at Firi* grr.
Firiel: *smiles and waves* 'lo. Good-bye*climbs up*
Rogue: I'll get you! And your little...Frealaf too!
Firiel: Oh, dearie, you couldn't do anything to Frealaf.
Rogue: could too.
Firiel: He's about twice your size and stronger by far. Trust me. Theo's is just a different case.
Rogue: I can cause headaches with the power of just my voice. ¬.¬
Firiel: Really? Fascinating.
Rogue: now, if he actually bathed I'd be making threatening remarks about radios or hairdryers.
Firiel: Oh, he does bathe. But I've no idea what radios and hairdryers are.
Rogue: you positive? My nose says otherwise.
Firiel: He does. Rohirrim tend to retain the smell of horses whether they bathe or not. e.e
Rogue: well. back to the plan of a hairdryer.
Firiel: Hairdryer?
Rogue: Amazing magic blowy things
Firiel: O.o
Rogue: that if you drop in water while they're turned on, crispyfries someone
Firiel: I'll just be sure he's in a rather open space when he's bathing, then.
Rogue: I an ninja
Firiel: Riiiight. *pats her head*
Rogue: *bites*
Firiel: *smacksmack* Stop biting.
Rogue: *push*
Firiel: *falls, stands up, brushing her dress* Well. Good thing we're not very high up.
Rogue: yeah. Theo'd try to drown me again if you broke something. *offers a hand to get Firi back in*
Firiel: *takes her hand and climbs back in*
Rogue: hmph
Firiel: Was that little skirmish satisfactory for you?
Rogue: yes
Firiel: Good.
Rogue: I can't complain about mistreatment, can I?
Firiel: Don't know who you'd complain to.
Rogue: damnit.
Firiel: Sorry.
Rogue: *takes up a life of silent contemplation*
Firiel: Is this a change from her normal behavior, Theo?
Theo: er?
Firiel: Silence.
Theo: yes. I think. Sometimes she sleeps, of course
Firiel: Oooooh. Iiiiinteresting. :D
Theo: *pets her hair and avoids the bites*