Death in High Heels

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[Down the hallway comes the staccato rhythm of stilettos stomping striding with purpose. The fashionably dressed girl wearing said stilettos looks rather annoyed, and is glaring into rooms as she searches them.]

Rikka! Rikka, come back here! Daddy said that you can't leave me behind anymore. Where are you?! If you don't get over here, I'll tell Aden and he'll kick your butt for me!

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[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[and in this room someone is squinting at you from under this plane engine, because you look vaguely familiar]

Rikka's not here. Hand me that flathead over there, will you?

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[and her automatic response is a wrinkle of her nose and a delicate cringe]

Ew. Papa. You're all dirty.

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[cue the sound of something thunking into something else metallic, namely his head into the engine, with some muffled cursing under his breath]

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[here is the sound of heels hurrying towards you]

Papa! Are you okay?!

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

Ugh, I'm fine.

[he's rolling out from under there now with his mechanic's creeper, a hand over his forehead where a healthy lump is forming]

... Kira?

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[from your angle the first thing you will see is long legs an a short skirt]

... yes, Papa?

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[fjdkslka]

Put some clothes on!

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[looks down at her outfit, enjoy her bare midriff too]

I am wearing clothes, Papa. Did you hit your head hard?

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[is she trying to give Ri a heart attack?]

Not really, I- Don't change the subject! Your Daddy will have a fit if he sees you in that.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she scuffs her foot on the floor]

Well... Daddy hasn't seen me yet. So it's okay.

[looks like she's inherited Ri-logic]

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[sighs. he really didn't want to have to do this, but this seems to call for drastic measures. he's crooking a finger at her now, climbing to his feet.]

Kira, come here. There's something I need to tell you.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[oh no you're going to lecture her ;;]

Yes, Papa?

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[no, he's going to... HUG YOU. while covered in grease and making sure it's a good one, too. and sounding both happy to see you and disappointed at the same time.]

I missed you, honey. But you know it's still going to get back to your Daddy what you've been wearing.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[hope you're prepared for that high-pitched squeal and flailing]

PAAAAAAAAAPAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[yeah, that's something he didn't miss. he's attempting to pull off sounding apologetic]

Ooh, sorry, Kira.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she continues to flail]

Look! Look! Papa, you ruined my outfit! I'll never get this grease out!

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

Maybe there's something in the closet you can wear?

[something he can supervise your choice of first?]

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

Well, I definitely have to change now.

[perks]

And so do you!

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

White button-down shirt and old blue jeans for me. And not something that looks like it was shrunk in the dryer.

[he knows you and your shopping ways, young lady]

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she makes a happy squealing noise and heads for the nearest closet]

I'll pick you out something fabulous, Papa!

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[follows, wiping his hands on his jeans]

Remember, I have to agree to it before I'll wear it.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

I know you'll love it!

[you won't upset her will you? afterall, you got her all dirty]

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

Just keep it simple, and I will.

[he is not a fashion model. 8|]

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[but you look like one!]

Simple chic! Got it!

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

No, no chicks. I want something that dads wear. Something I can get dirty again.