Fun and Games

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[A certain someone can be found, yet again, in the kitchen. She seems to be cooking again. Why? Well, because she can.]

[... Or is she really cooking?]

[She's leaning over a rather... large pot. It looks more like a bathtub in size, and not one of those dinky things you bathe a three-year-old in. This thing could fit two of Lexaeus. Comfortably. On top of that, it's filled with home-made whipped cream.]

[Big baking project?]

Hmm... That should be enough.

[[OOC: please excuse my posting so much with her. B) This is too fun to pass up.]]

Comments

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

No, I can handle this. It's whipped cream. Annoying as it is, I've been through worse.

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[gets a handful as she steps to him and shoves it in his face. c:]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[--what hey! >| Scoops it off his face and just throws it at her.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[puts her hands up so only a little bit gets into her hair, then sudden glare and she's shoving him hard toward the tub in hopes that he'll tip of. And you're covered in whipped cream already, your hands are slippery. B)]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[W-whaaa--

SPLOOSH. >| He pushes himself up again, though. And then grabs some to chuck at her!]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[pfff laughing and dodging that, she's headed for the door.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[stumbles, but manages to get out...and ope, headed for the freezer, pulling out a tub of ice cream, and getting a scoop. >| He doesn't care if this is ridiculous, no creaming the 'ku without him out for your blood]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

... Shit. [GONE.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[Oh no you don't! Chasing now! >|]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[RUNNING AS FAST AS SHE CAN, taking random back passages.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[Yeah well. Flinging ice cream at her while chasing >|]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[she slips on some of it and falls into a wall-- but there's a door next to her, and she dodge rolls into it. Hello empty room. dodges behind a couch before he can get in.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[Well that's great. >| Follows, looking for herrr]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

... [tries to slip around the couch and out the door while his back is turned. <<;;]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[...he heard those footsteps, darn it! D8 Follows, or tries to, anyway]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[hasn't made it out yet! but now that you see, she's gonna bolt if you don't stop her.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[Chasing time! And more flinging, ufu]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[slips again, motherfuck. hits the floor not too far out the door, getting onto her back so she can at least guard against him.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[Fling, fling! Just keeps coming closer]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[fuck getting covered THIS SHIT IS FUCKING COLD.]

R-Riku, stop it! [atiojeaoiteoaijtoei yelping almost every time she's hit until-- she's getting to her feet and TACKLING HIS ASS.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[aaagh! That makes him drop the scoop, but once he's on the floor he'll shove that ice cream in her face. >|]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[Yelp! She grabs that ice cream and shoves it right back in his.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[...>| Shoves it again. This could go on for a while.]

[dancingfingers.livejournal.com]

[takes it, gets up halfway, and shoves it into his crotch.]

[dawnpath.livejournal.com]

[...

...

...

COLD. DX G-guh, getting up now and attempting to tackle.]