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Our Lady of Fandom; Tuesday [ 03/20 ]

Tuesday
Vernal Equinox
Happy Spring!

To celebrate the coming of spring and warm weather and the all-too-slowly approaching Easter and because she was in a generally insanely good mood, Rosette made cupcakes for any visitors that the church might get today, in bright spring-like colours.

At least, they could have been cupcakes. Rosette claimed they were cupcakes, and they vaguely resembled them, anyway.

Chrono wasn't going near them. That was for sure. Which also meant that he wasn't going near Rosette because she would probably make him eat one.

He tried to stay by the door, so he could warn the others before it was too late.

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John popped in with a piece of chocolate in wax paper. He stared at the sign, and within a few minutes and some stroking from his multitool (notdirty!) he had a crude chocolate rabbit.

...Chrono decided John didn't need a warning.

"John!" Rosette bounced and hoped he wasn't upset over her little disappearing act this morning. Maybe cupcakes will help! "Hi! Cupcakes! Have some!"

She presented him with a plate of some very suspect looking desserts. With very bright frosting. It was hard to tell, but a few might even be glowing. Or it was an effect of the light and pastels. Who knew?

"Hey! I was wondering where you were. Was worried." He stares at the cupcakes.

"Sorry," Rosette said, ducking her head a little, and blushing, wondering how well she'd be able to tiptoe around the fact that part of the reason she took off before he was awake was because she was nervous. "Uh, stuff to do, y'know? Vernal Equinox! Spring! Cupcakes!" She shoved the plate closer to him. Yes. Cupcakes. Eat the cupcakes, forget that I totally ditched you this morning.

John looked at the cupcakes quizzically, before selecting on and peering at it.

Rosette grunted a bit. "They're completely safe, I swear! I've already had, like, five already."

She'd had seven. Shhhhh.

John tries one.

Rosette waited with anticipation, for either approval or death, whichever came first.

John chewed. And chewed some more, slowing down. He swallowed, audibly, and coughed a bit. He opened his mouth to say something, and coughed again, thumping his chest with a fist. A noise emitted from his mouth, from deep in his throat, a rattle that sounded like when you're trying to dislodge a particularly bad hairball...and you're a human. He thumped his chest again, with both hands this time, as his face turned to shock. A hand crept up to his neck. Both hands. INternational sign of choking, as his knees buckled and he fell to the floor of the church.

Blink, blink. "...John?"

Oh God! She was killing John Connor! Rosette flailed a little bit. Crap! Ack! What did she do? Panic, panic, panic!

And then the panic settled enough for her to kneel down behind John, wrapping her arms around his waist and squeezing as best she could, a very failed attempt to try to initiate some sort of CPR. Which she had no idea how to actually do.

SQUEEEEZE! "No dying, John, dammit!"

"That's what you get for ducking out early," he whispered just loud enough for her to hear.

Rosette stopped, and blinked. And then her eyes narrowed, her arms immediately moved from around John, and the back of one of her hands smacked John smartly in the head. Not hard. But still hard enough. She smirked. "Jerk. Now I wish you did choke."

"I did, a bit. Next time, use a bit more water or something in the mix. Not a lot, though. And? It's good to know if I dropped off the face of the earth, or suddenly vanished in the morning, you'd care."

He kinda noticed the position she was in, half astride. "Hi." He grinned.

Jeez, John, way to stab her with the guilt knife, twist it, and then move onto something else to make her feel all flustered and a little confused. She didn't think that he'd think anything of her not being there, really, she just figured John would know she'd gone back to the church...

But Rosette decided to stick with the second part of this rather than that first. She relaxed a little, and grinned back a bit. "Hey."

"I missed you." Simple as that.

There was another guilt knife. This one seemed to cleave pretty well right into the source. The smattering of red across her cheeks may as well have been blood from the wound.

"...Really? In jus'...that little bit of time?"

"Well, I woke up alone. Pretty sure I didn't go to sleep alone. So... was wondering if you were mad at me." emo!sad!john "...and then, you tried to kill me with cupcakes," he finished with a grin.

Rosette bit her lip a little, looking at him for a moment as if guaging that grin, before smiling and responding with a shrug. "Clearly, those didn't work. But I guess now you know?"

"And knowing is 50% of the fight," he nodded. And may have bounced slightly, as you do when you've got a nun semi-straddling you.

"...Exactly," Rosette nodded, grinning at him. Was that a bounce? Whatever it was, it was cute. And he'd missed her this morning. He actually, from the sound of it, wanted to wake up and have her there...

The grin was moving quickly into a beam.

That was a bounce. Followed by another. His grin was matching hers. He did miss her.

Biting her lip a little, beam still maintained, Rosette wondered when she had started thinking even those ears were cute.

"You're a dork," she told him, admiringly, for lack of anything else to say. That wouldn't be...yeah, one of those things.

"This is news? Oh, hun, I'm sorry. I thought you knew." Beaming dork grin.

So cute. Rosette sniffed dramatically. "I was fooled!" Her hand went to her forehead, her head tilted back. Oh so dramatic.

"I was led on!" John can overdramaticize with the best of 'em. Cue soap opera music.

So could Rosette. And she'd never even seen a soap opera. "Oh! Woe!" Her other hand drifted up to clutch at her beating heart! "Whatever shall I do, to discover that my boyfr--"

She stopped. She blinked. She dropped her arms and looked at John. "Hey. What are you an' me anyway?"

"Nun and penitant?" he said, tongue out.

Rosette frowned a little at that. "I..." She wanted to tell him that she wanted him to stop thinking of her as a nun, but.... "No, I don't like that." She wrinkled her nose, exaggering the shake of her head as if to mask that something was wrong. "Should be something more like most amazing person ever and complete dork."

"Aww, sweetie, you shouldn't think of yourself as a dork. You're not that bad," he teased.

Rosette took one moment to look at John with narrowed eyes before reaching for one of those cupcakes that had falled to the floor when she flailed and promptly smushed it into John's face.

He reached up to clear his eyes, and took that smushed cupcake and smushed it in her face. And grinned.

Rosette really should have seen that coming. She giggled and wiped it away with the back ofher hand. "Okay, now, this doesn't feel familiar at all or anything....Not quite pie, but...."

John just grinned like an idiot, trying not to suggest that they should shower to clean it off. "You need a shower. Totally in your hair." subtle, john, subtle

"Boy, do you have a one-track mind, or what?" Rosette chuckled. "This can't be as bad as the pie. Not enough to be that bad."

"I can fix that," he said, grabbing another cupcake and waggling his eyebrows.

"Don't you even dare!" Rosette warned, laughing, sezing his wrist for an added precaution. "These cupcakes are for eating, not smushing!"

He grinned and licked a bit of frosting off his lip. "I dunno, they work well either way," he grinned .

"Eating," Rosette insisted again, and wiped a bit more off her chin, popping her finger in her mouth and slowly sucking the frosting off. Completely innocently, too. Really.

Still with a doofy grin, John pokes her playfully on the nose with a frosting finger. "They're not bad."

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