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Cara ([personal profile] wrongkindofsith) wrote2015-07-29 04:39 am
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Cara's Apartment, Tuesday Evening

The thing about not being able to cook bake worth a damn, was that when you got a craving for the nutcakes your girlfriend liked and there weren't any left, you had to go out and buy them. Naturally, there'd also been a sudden glut of customers, so she'd had to wait even longer, since she wasn't allowed to scare them off if she wanted to actually get served.

Still, she'd gotten what she'd gone out for, and now Cara was triumphantly closing the apartment door behind her, content in the knowledge she likely wouldn't have to deal with any more idiots in the near future.

[For she who knows who she is]

[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com 2015-07-28 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"I moved everything," Surreal admitted, using her free hand to try and wack Cara's nose like a naughty kitten. "I was looking for the pizza."

[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com 2015-07-28 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Did you stop ordering the two-for-ones with the giant-size?" Surreal laughed, and she was going to bite at the fingers trying to restrain her hand, yes. "Or are you training enough that you're not getting slow from all that cheese?"

[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com 2015-07-29 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Nothing, because the only people who do it can be real witches?" Surreal offered sweetly. And yes, showing her teeth. "You really should work on your security, you know."

[identity profile] harpy-daughter.livejournal.com 2015-07-29 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"A ten-year-old could pick those locks," Surreal said, biting back. "It's no wonder you have problems with witch-girls eating your food."

Lily was probably objecting somewhere that she was older than ten. Surreal did not care.

"You should thank me, sugar. For improving your security and helping to clean your icebox."