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[theliar]

✿ how it works ✿


✿ Comment with one of your muses.
✿ Specify which muse you want of mine from THIS LIST. If you don't specify, I'll choose one for you!
✿ Set up a scene or prompt (song lyrics, a photo, a quote, etc). If you are lost for ideas, try PLOT PUNTER to generate an idea! Or just leave it blank and up to me.
✿ Profit! Tags will be slower than my game tags probably, so we'll probably backtag into forever. And if that's fine with you it's fine with me!

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[thedetails]

[ She is really doing her best to avoid punching him in the face. It is taking a lot more self control than she wants to admit, and Myka definitely feels like she doesn't get enough credit for how much she holds back. ]

Will you please stop complaining?

[ He is pretty good at that, almost as good as he is as getting on her nerves and touching things he isn't supposed to. ]

You just ate. How can you be hungry again?

[getvibes]

Will you please stop complaining.

[ Pete is sure to add on the little whiny note at the end. Just to imitate Myka perfectly. Pete is forever a manchild and forever mocking anyone that gives him the ammunition to do so. Myka just so happens to give him plenty of that. He smiles to himself though and continues to toss the orb shaped knick-knack into the air as he lounges. Never content to just sit still and enjoy the stillness like Myka. ]

How can you be judgy when you were just judgy?

[ He smiles over at her and sits up suddenly. ]

The question is mind boggling. [ Then he drops the orb back onto the coffee table and climbs to his feet. As he passes by Myka to get to the kitchen he's quick to come around behind her and poke her in the back of the head before he scampers off to the kitchen. ]

[thedetails]

[ Myka rolls his eyes as he heads to the kitchen, simply swatting him away when he pokes her. She is sitting on the floor, her back leaning against the couch he was just lounging on, and once he is in the kitchen she stretches her legs out in front of her and flops her head back onto the cushion. ]

How long did the news say this storm was supposed to last?

[ She is hungry too, which she is reminded by when her stomach rolls and growls. Pride is winning out, though, so she just huffs another sigh, unwilling to follow him into the kitchen for a snack. ]

[getvibes]

I'm hoping your 'tude is shorter than the storm.

[ Because as far as he's aware the storm is around for a while. Long enough for Pete to worry about the amount of food this place is stocked up with. He's gonna need something to keep his mind off the hunger. Without his comics or his video games it's gonna be tough for him to figure something out. ]

Do you want a sandwich or are you going to look at me sternly from the living room? I just need to know if I should get out some more bread.

[thedetails]

[ Myka glances out the window, pressing her lips together. She is not particularly excited about the length of the storm, either. From what she understands, it will be long; and if this conversation is any indicator, pretty intolerable.

She isn't sure she wants to eat. She knows how Pete can get when he's hungry, and she can go longer without food. She is about to tell him no, but then her stomach rumbles again and she sighs gently. ]

Get out more bread. [ Myka pushes herself off the floor, wrapping her arms around herself and pulling the sweater she is wearing over her hands. The storm is bad enough that she feels the cold as soon as she moves away from the fireplace. ] I can't believe Artie, Steve and Claude are trapped in the Warehouse during this. You think they're okay?

[getvibes]

[ Part of Pete thinks he can just curl up in a blanket and nap until the thing is over. That'll be a long nap. Probably closer to a hibernation. He knows that Myka would never let him do that though. She'd want him to suffer and be as miserable as she was. That's what best friends are for. They make you endure things they have to as well. ]

That's what I thought, lady. [ He retrieves some more bread for her. He's in the process of making his epic sandwich when she comes into the kitchen. She looks like a lost sweater model or something right now. Enough to make Pete half grin. ] I think they're fine. If anything they're having a better time than we are.

[ Though Steve and Claudia are probably miserable at the thought of being cooped up with Artie. ]

Scratch that. Claudia's probably miserable. I mean--she's locked up with Artie, Mykes. Artie.

[thedetails]

I think Claude will be fine.

[ She can't help but smirk, though. At least Claudia had Steve to balance the insanity. Myka didn't have such a buffer. ]

Would you mind saving me a little cheese? Pete, that sandwich is bigger than your head.

[ Not that she should be surprised. She hugs her arms tighter around her and stands next to him, her shoulder leaning against his. At least he is a little warm. Well, she feels warm when she's close to him, anyway, but she doesn't exactly let herself delve into why. ]