Twentieth Sip

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Mal has been enjoying the peace and quiet after that whole slenderman mess. She really should have known something would ruin it. More to the point, she should have expected that speech about how her world worked on belief to come back and bite her on the ass.

Her first clue something is distinctly wrong was when she wakes up in the hallway outside her room. The next big warning klaxon is that her hair is in her eyes, that's definitely not normal. Looking down and seeing more cleavage than had been on show for a long time (ie: any) is the final horrible proof that her life is going to get especailly more difficult. Luckily, the journal is open on the floor to record her displeasure]

What the bloody HELL?!!

[She jumps up to a standing position pretty damn quickly; despite the fact this dress is clearly not designed with movement in mind, and tries her door, which does not open. Well, she's not having any of THOSE castle games, thank you very much. The journal picks up the loud BANG as she tries to punch her door off it's hinges, to no avail]

OH COME ON! What did I do to deserve this?

Comments

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Ugh, she hates this loss so much already]

Just Maladict. Is that so difficult?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

If you insist... [Okay, fine, he'll be totally informal. That's still kind of alright.]

So, you need proof I'm the best?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[And because, hey, this smells of the chance to mock this idiot, she'll play along]

Well, I can't have you blowing your own trumpet without proof, can I?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[He's used to being mocked. And won't see it coming. Awesome.]

Well then, would you prefer to saunter down to the kitchen or just have a bite here?

jgdgd wat is that icon

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

You have no idea what a ridiculous remark that was.

I'd rather not have a bite here, no.

more where that came from

[flambage.livejournal.com]

...Hm? What's funny about it? [hurr what's a vampire]

Well, then just name the place, and I can craft any dish.

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[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

I'm not going to tell you if you haven't guessed already. I need to get some sort of enjoyment out of today.

Isn't there a kitchen downstairs?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[So confused. BEST NOT TO QUESTION A WOMAN AND HER MYSTERIES!]

Correct, there certainly is. Very well-equipped, too. Would you like me to accompany you to it? [herp, she must be new.]

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[That's how a man stays alive!]

I can walk myself, thank you. I know where it is. [Gods this guy must be a special level of idiot]

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[This guy REDEFINES idiot.]

Then, I will simply have to rush down and start on a special meal for you! What'll it be?

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

Surprise me. [A pause] So long as it doesn't have blood in it.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Connect the dots? Nah.] I'll have your meat well-done! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be right on it.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[Of course not] Knock yourself out.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

Aye, ma'am!

[And he'll just be zooming away now. Yes, zooming, this guy can be a damn speedster when he feels like it, and a classy lady like that... she'd like shellfish, of course!]

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[So long as it's not dripping in blood, it's fair game. She wanders down at her own pace, sitting at the table when she gets there]

You're an odd one.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[Crab legs, crab legs, yummy yum~! And speaking of, hello delightfully beautiful woman who is much more dangerous than he imagines.]

Odd? Well, suppose I can't deny that... most men aren't willing to go the distance like me.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

[She won't admit it, but it smells delicious. Much better than army grub]

Not unless they're after something, anyway. ...Are you after something?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

[They just need to boil a little longer. Meanwhile, he'll be working on the creamy butter sauce!]

After something? But of course not, my intentions are always purest!

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

So you honestly enjoy cooking for women you've only just met.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

Why, I'd honestly enjoy cooking for anyone! The fact that you're a lovely woman is just icing on the cake.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't be saying that if you saw how I dress usually.

[flambage.livejournal.com]

Not true. It's not what's on the outside that counts, after all.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

...

Are you being serious?

[flambage.livejournal.com]

Of course. I'd never deny any lady a meal. [pause.] Or a hungry man, I suppose.

[mal-addict.livejournal.com]

You sound like a friend of mine.