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metamorphosis2010-11-01 11:10 pm
flair) wrote in metamorphosis2010-11-01 11:10 pm
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Title: Gaaaooo!
Characters: Spirit, Maka
Rating: G
Warning: May induce diabetes.
"Grrr! Gaaaooo! Here me roar, for I am Makazilla!"
She kicks over another pile of unsuspecting Legos - red and white, a tower - as she storms through the miniature Tokyo, waving her arms and growling. Spirit laughs and watches her fondly, wondering if this what she had really wanted it for. They had spent the last two hours building it together, father and daughter, the former having taken a day off of work to watch his darling little daughter while his wife was away. And now, here she was - 'roaring' and smashing a Lego city.
As soon as she's through, she turns on him; Maka giggles and bares her teeth, hands curled like claws and stretched towards him.
"Better watch out, Papa! Makazilla's coming!"
Spirit bites back a chuckle - she's so serious looking! - and pretends to shield himself as she nears.
"Oh no! Makazilla! What shall I ever do? Oh, I think I have an idea--"
"Papa! T-that's cheat--"
Whatever she's got left to say is interrupted by giggles; Spirits got her in his arms and tickling her, running his fingers down her sides and wiggling them against the soft fabric of her dress. She laughs harder when he manages to free a foot from her shoe and tickle her toes. He laughs too, then, and puts her on his lap, kisses the top of her head and smiles.
"Looks like Makazilla's been defeated! By the great Papazilla!"
Maka laughs and shakes her head, trying to squirm free; Spirit won't let her, grip tightening.
"No, no! Papazilla won, so Makazilla has to go to bed!"
Maka immediately looks up and frowns, alligator tears already collecting on at the corners of her eyes.
"But Papa! I don't want to go to bed!"
"At-at! It's your bedtime, Maka. Do you want me to read you a story?"
"Can it be the one about the little girl who finds the perfect scythe and gets married just like Mama and Papa?"
Spirits nods and Maka squeals, scrambles off her papa's leg and runs to her room. He can see her hurry to get into her pajamas and dive under the wool blankets, and grins at the sight of it.
The fearsome Makazilla indeed.
Characters: Spirit, Maka
Rating: G
Warning: May induce diabetes.
"Grrr! Gaaaooo! Here me roar, for I am Makazilla!"
She kicks over another pile of unsuspecting Legos - red and white, a tower - as she storms through the miniature Tokyo, waving her arms and growling. Spirit laughs and watches her fondly, wondering if this what she had really wanted it for. They had spent the last two hours building it together, father and daughter, the former having taken a day off of work to watch his darling little daughter while his wife was away. And now, here she was - 'roaring' and smashing a Lego city.
As soon as she's through, she turns on him; Maka giggles and bares her teeth, hands curled like claws and stretched towards him.
"Better watch out, Papa! Makazilla's coming!"
Spirit bites back a chuckle - she's so serious looking! - and pretends to shield himself as she nears.
"Oh no! Makazilla! What shall I ever do? Oh, I think I have an idea--"
"Papa! T-that's cheat--"
Whatever she's got left to say is interrupted by giggles; Spirits got her in his arms and tickling her, running his fingers down her sides and wiggling them against the soft fabric of her dress. She laughs harder when he manages to free a foot from her shoe and tickle her toes. He laughs too, then, and puts her on his lap, kisses the top of her head and smiles.
"Looks like Makazilla's been defeated! By the great Papazilla!"
Maka laughs and shakes her head, trying to squirm free; Spirit won't let her, grip tightening.
"No, no! Papazilla won, so Makazilla has to go to bed!"
Maka immediately looks up and frowns, alligator tears already collecting on at the corners of her eyes.
"But Papa! I don't want to go to bed!"
"At-at! It's your bedtime, Maka. Do you want me to read you a story?"
"Can it be the one about the little girl who finds the perfect scythe and gets married just like Mama and Papa?"
Spirits nods and Maka squeals, scrambles off her papa's leg and runs to her room. He can see her hurry to get into her pajamas and dive under the wool blankets, and grins at the sight of it.
The fearsome Makazilla indeed.