Monday Evening, The Fourth Sin (CLOSED)

[deadly_little]

Miho, more heavily armed than she has been in weeks, comes downstairs dragging a tarp wrapped around a garbage bag. It squishes on each step. It doesn't really look human-shaped, but, well. Miho's been a busy girl.

Dally, waiting for her in the kitchen, makes a face. "You'd better not get that in my car."

In reply, Miho kicks the tarp and holds out her hand for the keys. Dally sighs and hands them over. Then, as the deadly little one goes out to the car to wait on Becky, Dally fixes herself a slice of lemon meringue pie and goes to place a sign on the front doors of the Sin.

CLOSED
FOR STRESS RELIEF

She doesn't expect the younger girls back any time soon. Ah, to be young again...

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[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky wandered down into the kitchen, strapping a fifth gun to her leg.

"Hi. When are we going?"

[deadly_little]

Miho looks at the trunk. It looks like there's still room in there to her. And with the current gas crisis, it seems a shame to go all the way to the mainland for just one little body.

They should have some fun first.

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky quirked a brow.

"Think there's anyone annoying in town lurking around stupidly?"

[deadly_little]

Miho whips out a piece of paper. She has a list!

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

Becky scanned the list.

"What the fuck? Someone dodged one of the balloons? Was it another ninja?"

[deadly_little]

Miho shook her head and spoke. Miho in a killing mood speaking? Rare as hen's teeth. "Stupid boy, with stupid hair. I know body language, you know. I know what he thought of me."

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

"Bleh," Becky said, wrinkling her nose. "What an idiot. Make it hurt when we get him, yeah?"

[deadly_little]

Miho nodded agreement, then hefted the tarp-wrapped bundle into the trunk of the car, using all her disproportionate strength.

Then she turned her head in the general direction of the park. "Do you...smell fire?" She ran to get marshmallows.

[lesssexthanmiho.livejournal.com]

"Fire?" Becky asked, eyes lighting up. "I do smell fire. But..." she sniffed, "wood. Not hair. Or flesh. Damn."

[deadly_little]

Miho comes back out of the kitchen bare seconds after she went in, carrying coat hangers and a bag of marshmallows. No reason they can't have a snack first.