Eventually you might run out of words that start with ‘B’ if you were in charge of naming everyone…unless you started making some up. Blarnabeth is totally a name. Totally. Next pet I get, I’ll come to you. Though I think Jarvis is a pretty solid name for an iguana, if I do say so myself. [giggles] Is there a way we could get away with filling the fountain with eggnog? I think that might clog some things, maybe we should just add food coloring so it’s festive and red? Or green? Would that stain the stone? Don’t want to damage it, just color it. Maybe if we just put colored lights close enough to the water they’ll reflect. [nods] Shopping is important. Especially since we don’t want to have to substitute anything weird if we were to wait until things go out of stock. He might, where would he be?
If I ever run out of names maybe I’ll move to another letter. Like phases. Currently I’m on my ‘B’ phase, you know like when poets and artists have their phases. People are going to be like: “Without a doubt she was on her ‘R’ phase.” . I’m not sure if the future father of my possible child is going to be too fond of the name Blarnabeth, but we could always call it Blar for short. Or it is a girl it could be Beth. Oh! Oh! Name it Donatello. -nods excitedly- Yes, Donatello. Tello for short.Endless possibilities. -thinks fr a second- Maybe we could, but it’s better if we don’t. We could get one of the chocolate fountains we use for the events and fill it with eggnog for the dinner party. OH, a red aand a green fountain. -nods- And if we wait until the last minute we might not even be able to get everything we want. -shrugs- Doing big guys stuff. I wouldn’t know. I’m a short girl, the complete opposite.
That would definitely be unfortunate. Though Thor is quite amazing and powerful, a lot of the power does come from that hammer. That’s how the lightning is harnessed, that’s where the ability to fly comes in. That thing is really useful in a lot of ways, that’s for certain. Oh yes, maybe one of your pets gets sneaky and breaks something in their cage. What else to fix it with than a tiny hammer?
Exactly. And who doesn’t wants thunder and being able to fly. I know I do. But mostly the flying part, the thunder… um, not so much. -she shrugged- I don’t know. Probably. Or breaks out of the cage. That has happened to be before quite a lot of times. I still don’t know how a bunny managed to get out of its cage.Fixing things with my little hammer, that sound to me a lot like Fix-it Felix.
Binks let her body fall backwards onto the bed, flopping against the mattress with a very decisive sigh. Mel was laughing, and she could only hope her friend would calm down long enough to properly listen. Either that, or she’d have to duct tape her mouth shut. That might help, at least to quiet the giggles – not necessarily stop them. “There’s nothing wrong with it, it was…great,” she blushed, “my issue is that I had it and then I haven’t talked about it. Not with anyone.” She sat back up, biting her lip, “not even really with him. There was a conversation making sure we were both cool with the situation and then…well, nothing. I don’t know if that’s how it’s supposed to be, I don’t know.” The pink hue crept higher up onto her cheeks, blushing harder than she ever really had before, “It was Kr-“ she stopped immediately at Mel’s assumption, “NO. I am not pregnant!” At this point, she would be several months along had that been the case. She thanked her stars that nothing like that had happened, she was not nearly ready to take that road. It didn’t, however, stop her from having a mini heart attack when she remembered the detail that they had forgotten protection. Briefly wondering whether or not he too had that panic, she shook her head and looked at Mel as calmly as she could, “No, I’m not pregnant.”
When Bianca showed up at Mel’s door with the baked goods Mel thought that something bad happened. Bianca knows Mel isn’t a morning person so she’s sure the red-head would never disturb her unless it was something serious and Mel would gladly help her friend with her troubles if she managed to stay awake and focused to hear. But when Bianca told Melody the real problem troubling her she couldn’t help but to laugh. It was typical of her friend to fret about the littlest thing. “I’m sorry. Oh god.” she said between giggles wiping the tears in the corner of her eyes from laughing. “Wait. Was it your first time ?” she asked, not sure if Bianca had already mentioned that detail and Mel didn’t caught it. Mel was trying her best to be sort of serious and help her friend but the blushing in her friends face wasn’t helping at all, only making Mel giggle even more. The brunette leaned in curious to who the guy was. “Who? Kr- ? ” and after going through her mental list of available boys at the school she suddenly realized. “No!” She looked at Bianca with her mouth open. “Kronk ?! The Hulk?! Kronky?!” Mel’s pitch kept getting higher and higher. She couldn’t believe it. “Well, well, well. Look at lil’ Binks gettin’ her freak on.” she teased her friend. “Good. I don’t want anymore babies runnin’ around. We already have Flora.”
It’s not as if I orchestrate these meetings. I’d rather run into you about as much as you’d like to run into me. It’s not my fault fate likes to pit us together for some reason. There are times I wonder if it’s just my lack of luck in this world or if we’re being filmed. It can’t simply be anything else. [furrows her brow and looks Mel up and down, not judging but actually a tiny bit surprised] You’re actually cooking Christmas dinner? For your friends?
For a moment i’d say you are. My theory is that you’re life is dreadfully dull that you need something to entertain yourself with and apparently I’m the one you picked to annoy. -frowns- Yes. I always do. Every years since I’m here. I take care of the Christmas dinner and we go and eat it together. The ones that stay around for the holidays. Which is most of them.
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He thinks he’s so special. Like a mothafucking snowflake.
Jetsum had really just been standing in the cold, feeling it seep through his clothes and it seemed to more time passes there the worse his mood seemed to boil. He didn’t even make the effort to notice or remember that Christmas was creeping up on him. He didn’t care too much. At the sound of the familiar voice he rolled his eyes and looked up to the girl on the ladder. He almost wished to push the ladder out from under her but of course, any harm to a student and he would be in a bit of trouble. “Yeah, whatever. Yah were but once yah are on the ground I’m able to pick yah up an’ get yah under the frozen lake.” He said with a chuckle. “So shut up.”
She quickly adjusted the grey beenie in her hair keeping her ears somewhat warmer. She hated the cold as much as a person could possibly hate it but there was work to be done, and the decorations needed to be up in hopes that the school would have a little bit of a Christmas spirit. Her eyes widdened at his reply. “Damn, I thought we were buddies, Jetsum. I thought that afternoon in the pond was a bonding experience.” She took out the lights from the box and started climbing back up the ladder “I’m hurt. Very hurt.” She began to work on the decorations again. “Oh, by the way. Do you know how to get the lights on the trees? Is there an energy source somewhere near it?” Mel asked from the top of the ladder, looking down at Jetsum.
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Jealous much ?