heartsick

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[Kira is curled up on this corner of a couch, idly flipping through a fashion magazine, though she normally doesn't act this lazy. Anyone who looks at her closely might notice the paleness of her skin and the shadows under her eyes, but she expertly covered those little signs under her makeup. However, less easy to hide is the way she is wearing one of her brother's larger shirts (not black), whose sleeves come down to cover her hands. If you think she looks ill, you would be pretty close to the mark.]

Comments

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

It's okay, Kira.

*He isn't going anywhere anyway.*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she cuddles up even closer ;;]

It's just... D-Daddy isn't here, and you're always complaining about him making you do things you don't want to like watch over me so now, uhm, uhm uhm... you can... you can go do whatever you want. I won't bother you.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He doesn't move. Hopefully you get the hint.*

Okay.

*Squeezes you.*

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she releases the breath she was holding and kind of... sinks against you, sort of relieved]

... I want pizza.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

Then we should make one.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

But I don't know how.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

It's easy. There are pre-made pizza crusts in the kitchen. Just pick out the toppings that you want.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

Then it should be easy for you to make one.

[>_>]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He opens his mouth to say something about your laziness, but he just huffs and stretches out.*

Will you help me with the toppings at least?

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

*well you said you'd take care of dinner*

... no more than two different meat products on it.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He thought of it, but that doesn't mean she isn't helping somehow. Lazy.*

Okay, sausage and bacon then.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[making decisions totally counts as helping; she's going to snuggle against the pillows]

... not bacon. Pepperoni and maybe pineapple.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

I want bacon. And pepperoni. Three meats. But we can add pineapple too.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[she wrinkles her nose but decides that doesn't sound half bad at the moment]

The pineapple makes it healthier.

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*He beams about his small victory.*

Three cheeses?

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

Absolutely not! There's already three meats. It'll be too fattening.

[this is a battle you'll lose, choose wisely]

[maverick-blades.livejournal.com]

*Good lord, you hormone-infested heathen. He fortunately knows this battle quite well and has the scars to prove it and knows that you're feeling very upset, so he smiles and pets your head, sliding off the bed. Satu and Sanyu? Watch and learn.*

You're beautiful just the way you are. You could stand to gain a few pounds, but you know it takes over 3,500 calories over your norm to even gain one. Besides, you can just pick it off.

[daddyhasagun.livejournal.com]

[... she has analyzed your statement for possible insults and found it acceptable; but she's still kinda cranky]

You don't pick cheese off a pizza. It's a very important part.