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Molotov Cocktease ([personal profile] molotov) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2014-06-28 08:50 pm
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☠ 068

Who: Molotov and you
What: Mercenary fairy, pouting silently over her loss
When: This weekend
Where: All over the castle
Rating: Probably G, since she can't even swear

This. Fucking. Castle.

When Molotov woke up only inches high with wings, and tried to say those exact words, all that came out of her mouth were tiny little bell-like noises, chiming and tinkling and generally annoying even herself.

It was a first, not wanting to hear her own voice.

After stumbling across the pillow, which took forever, Molotov managed to master her wings, clumsily gliding around close to the mattress at first, but soon flitting all around the bedroom. She took off as soon as the door was opened, heading out through an open window to fly all around the castle grounds.

She looks mostly like a little ball of light. An angry, speeding little ball of light. And she might try to take it out on you.
gottaknockhard: (see you on the other side)

[personal profile] gottaknockhard 2014-07-04 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
What's the deal with that dust leaking out of her, anyway? Just another unanswered question that he only thinks of to keep himself occupied as he walks down the hall.

He pauses when he tries to remember which floor he's even going to. How long has it been since Spike went to Brock's actual room instead of the cabin? He could look to the fairy on his shoulder for further directions, but instead he just picks one direction and heads down it.

At some point it may become apparent that he's doing everything but look at her. Which may be how they end up heading to the hall his room is on, in case he's lucky and doesn't need to go too far out of his way. Some people are hungry and would like to get cleaned up, it's just a matter of priorities.
gottaknockhard: (distracted)

[personal profile] gottaknockhard 2014-07-06 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Spike is currently scanning the room names and probably thinking about a sandwich when Molotov yanks on his hair, which in turn finally gets him to look at her again.

"What?" She's really obnoxious at this size. Spike holds back yet again, but that doesn't mean he won't play up a perplexed expression as a way to help her attitude. "Did I skip it?"
gottaknockhard: (whatever happens)

[personal profile] gottaknockhard 2014-07-09 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
This is a weird feeling that he'll try to forget later; tiny hands grabbing his nose while he tries not to breathe in her magic dust that's getting on his shirt. Good thing it doesn't show stains.

Even if he isn't so dumb that he can't understand what she's trying to mime, right now it's fun to get a reaction out of her. Something he'll likely regret when she's big again, but that's a problem for another time.

"How could I forget." Not smiling, of course. He just attempts to pull back and start heading to the elevator. Being such a nice guy and all.
gottaknockhard: (a sense of humor)

[personal profile] gottaknockhard 2014-07-15 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
Typical for him and his strange problems. Spike should just be grateful that they're on better terms. Kind of. He hasn't exactly tested that theory when she hasn't been drinking.

Amusement over his tame teasing starts to wear off as he waits for the elevator and catches a reflection of how comfortable she's getting in his hair. Like he needs dust in it.

But whatever, it digs and he ducks inside the door, jamming his finger on Brock's floor a second later. The sooner he does this, the sooner he can forget about having any concern for tiny-Molotov.
gottaknockhard: (typical)

[personal profile] gottaknockhard 2014-07-17 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
He can see her in the reflection of the door, getting weirdly comfortable in his matted curls. If she winds up smelling like him, Spike can't really be blamed for that.

Except that he was the one who accepted the invitation to chauffeur her around the castle. And he'll have the glitter dust to prove it. (Ugh.)

Since he's committed and all, he stops in front of Brock's door during the course of her nap before politely calling up to her. "Your stop."

At the tilt of his head, her acorn hat falls off and he's distracted again. He's going to get paranoid about finding things in there after this, isn't he?
gottaknockhard: (never going back)

[personal profile] gottaknockhard 2014-07-18 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
People do have an annoying tendency to ask him questions like 'what were you doing' and 'what's that on your head', so he'll keep that story in his pocket. Who knows when glitter was invented, but medieval strippers can't be all that different.

Or he could just shower before anyone notices. Spike makes no effort to retrieve the acorn at first, but after a few seconds of being ignored, he finally bends down to grab it.

"I hope this isn't currency. I don't think it's going to cover it." They're here, why isn't she flying through the keyhole or whatever. Don't make him knock.
gottaknockhard: (what the fuck?)

[personal profile] gottaknockhard 2014-07-19 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
He frowns, a little too severely for someone asking him for an acorn, but drops it in her tiny hands anyway. He'd take it as a sign that she lost her mind along with her height if it weren't for the way she always had to pull an ensemble together.

Without checking to see if she even caught that, he knocks on the door, then immediately starts walking away. She can take it from here.
gottaknockhard: (what. ew.)

[personal profile] gottaknockhard 2014-07-20 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Just when he thought that would be the end of it, he nearly stumbles back as the tiny ball of light starts going off around him. Did he put a crack in her acorn or something?

"What is it now?" He looks back to Brock's closed door and what should have been the end of his good deed. Some people are never satisfied. "If he's not in there, how should I know where he went?"
gottaknockhard: (going with the flow)

[personal profile] gottaknockhard 2014-07-20 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, his hair wasn't another option he was leaving her! He seems pretty angry about it, until he abruptly decides that he doesn't care.

"Suit yourself." He tried to help, now he's going back to his room to wash up. If she wants to keep tagging along, she can go with his schedule. And maybe after he'll leave a note for Brock in the journal about where his wife is. He'll probably be perfectly understanding about this.
gottaknockhard: (see what happens)

[personal profile] gottaknockhard 2014-07-21 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
He can feel the tugging on his hair, but just assumes that's her holding on since he's walking at a brisk pace back to his room. Brisk and not huffy, if anyone asks. Like he cares if a woman takes up residence in his hair until the loss wears off and she ultimately crushes him in his sleep. Why would that be anything to worry about?

When he exits the elevator at the exact same floor he was at a few minutes ago, he doesn't say a word of warning about the dog that hasn't been fed that they're about to visit. She may hear some barking by the time he gets to his door though, so it shouldn't be a complete surprise.

"You can keep him company while I take a shower." Dogs and fairies, should be fine. He just goes in and waits for her to fly off his head on his way to the bathroom. Maybe she can feed Ein while she's at it.
gottaknockhard: (worst thing ever)

[personal profile] gottaknockhard 2014-07-21 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
He pauses before entering the bathroom, glancing back at Molotov's surprisingly welcoming gesture towards the corgi, who in turn tilts his head and stares. Who knew they'd get along? Assuming Ein doesn't try to eat her. ... He probably wouldn't do that.

So he closes the door and reaches for a towel, walking past the mirror on his way to the shower -- and stops. His voice can be heard breaking loudly over in the adjourning room. "What the hell did you do?"

All that compassion he was feeling earlier melts; he fumes and starts trying to undo the ridiculous braids. Goddamn spiteful fairies. How did she do so many?
gottaknockhard: (what do you want?)

[personal profile] gottaknockhard 2014-07-21 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
Seriously, it was maybe five minutes between Brock's room and here, and it feels like a million little braids all over, how. Braids made with tiny hands that he quickly loses patience with undoing, so he just undresses and turns the shower on. Maybe they'll fall out in the wash.

If he'd known what was going on in the rest of his apartment, he would have tried to take a longer shower to delay seeing this, but at the moment he's trying to be quicker than his usual five minutes. Only delayed slightly when his hand gets caught in his hair once or twice.

By the time he finishes, he's more annoyed than he was when he started, and doesn't look much better for it. So while the sound of running water stops, and he listens for any more weird chiming or barking. Ein isn't usually one to fight, but this is Molotov they're talking about. She instigates.

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