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metamorphosis2016-11-18 11:45 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2016-11-18 11:45 pm
Entry tags:
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Title: enchantment!
Characters: Angel, Chitoge Kirisaki
Rating: G
She could've sworn she'd just had the broom. Chitoge taps her foot with a frown, surveying the room; she definitely just had to have had it, there were dust bunnies everywhere waiting to be swept into a dustpan and brought to their one true home: the trashcan. Entire brooms don't just disappear though (well, normal ones, and she's pretty sure they didn't buy an enchanted one again) and it's not like she'd left the house for too long...
Just an hour. Or two. Or three.
...okay, it was sort of a while. She sighs, crossing her arms and tilting her head to the side thoughtfully. She could keep looking on her own, or... she could ask Angel. She's pretty sure she's been home all day? She hadn't had any work at the shop she'd been apprenticed to recently, they were all stocked up on groceries, their usual "no one's allowed to stay at home all lonely-like" party brigade was out of town on ballroom business...
"Angel," she calls, and when she hears a muffled reply from their room she sighs in relief and makes her way over; the door gets unceremoniously slammed open and she sets her hands on her hips, raising her chin. "Have you seen the... Oh."
Angel smiles from her place on the broom, hanging upside down; it's floating about ten feet off the ground, and her knees scrape the ceiling. Chitoge stares for a full minute before she presses her face to her hands, softly groaning. "I thought it wasn't enchanted."
"Well, it... wasn't? And then I sort of decided to try something, since you looked like you were having a bad time with cleaning house, and it... yeah."
The road to hell is paved with good intentions, or something like that, and Chitoge steps under her and holds out her arms to catch her when she slides off the flying broom.
Characters: Angel, Chitoge Kirisaki
Rating: G
She could've sworn she'd just had the broom. Chitoge taps her foot with a frown, surveying the room; she definitely just had to have had it, there were dust bunnies everywhere waiting to be swept into a dustpan and brought to their one true home: the trashcan. Entire brooms don't just disappear though (well, normal ones, and she's pretty sure they didn't buy an enchanted one again) and it's not like she'd left the house for too long...
Just an hour. Or two. Or three.
...okay, it was sort of a while. She sighs, crossing her arms and tilting her head to the side thoughtfully. She could keep looking on her own, or... she could ask Angel. She's pretty sure she's been home all day? She hadn't had any work at the shop she'd been apprenticed to recently, they were all stocked up on groceries, their usual "no one's allowed to stay at home all lonely-like" party brigade was out of town on ballroom business...
"Angel," she calls, and when she hears a muffled reply from their room she sighs in relief and makes her way over; the door gets unceremoniously slammed open and she sets her hands on her hips, raising her chin. "Have you seen the... Oh."
Angel smiles from her place on the broom, hanging upside down; it's floating about ten feet off the ground, and her knees scrape the ceiling. Chitoge stares for a full minute before she presses her face to her hands, softly groaning. "I thought it wasn't enchanted."
"Well, it... wasn't? And then I sort of decided to try something, since you looked like you were having a bad time with cleaning house, and it... yeah."
The road to hell is paved with good intentions, or something like that, and Chitoge steps under her and holds out her arms to catch her when she slides off the flying broom.