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]

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.

beeeed

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

Not chicks, Papa! Chic! C-H-I-C!

ninight <3

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

None of that either.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

I'LL MAKE YOU LOOK FABULOUS~!

[she's so enthusiastic]

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

Save the 'fabulous' for your Dad. You know whatever you put me in will just get more grease on it, Kira.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

You could stop working for a little bit and do something with me~!

[has pulled out an armful of things for you]

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[raises an eyebrow at how many clothes you have there]

What did you have in mind? --other than playing dress-up-papa.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she sets the clothes down near you, since you should wash up before touching them]

But dress-up-papa is fun!

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[conveniently forgets that when he picks up the shirt he's most likely to object to]

Does this even qualify as a shirt?

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[squeals]

Papa! Wash your hands first!

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

Oops. Sorry, Kira.

[rubs his hands on his jeans, and glances at her, then mentally sighs and goes to wash them properly]

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[when you get back, she will have a different outfit on; but it's not much different from what she was wearing before]

You look much better when you're clean, Papa.

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[frowns at the outfit]

Kira, do we have to do the turn-and-bend-over test?

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[her face goes completely red]

PAPA!

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[hey, there are times when embarrassing your kids is necessary and not just for amusement!]

Do you think that outfit's going to pass?

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[lies]

I'm wearing shorts underneath, Papa!

[twilit-papa.livejournal.com]

[not lies if it gets results]

I don't have to make you prove it, do I?