J,GoB; Late Sunday Morning [ 02/13 ].

[boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com]

Kūkaku was having the feeling that today was one of those days where she was better suited to just stay inside and blow shit up, but sometimes, a girl just really needed a cupcake.

Plus, the twins wanted donuts, and, since it was Sunday, she figured she'd be nice and oblige them. Maybe they'd consider it incentive to not let men into her workshop just because they showed up and asked to see her, too.

"Okay," she said, "listen up. I need four bear claws, five regular ones with rainbow sprinkles, five regular ones with chocolate sprinkles, five chocolate ones with red sprinkles..."

You'd think they wouldn't be so picky, but you'd be surprised, and they were big fellows; they could eat a lot of donuts...Kūkaku was probably going to be here for a while.


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[boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com]

"Then get a job." God, random child. But then Kūkaku cocked an eyebrow at her. "Whaddya mean, where're the twins?"

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"I'm too young to have a job." Then, after a deliberate pause, added: "O-kaa-san."

Yes, it needed to be pronounced just like that. With a smirk.

[boobs-and-bombs.livejournal.com]

....whut.

Kūkaku's head snapped toward the girl, narrowing her eyes as she looked her over and thought about why in the world there would be some random child with that smirk on her face, calling her...Okaasan, of all things.

"SHERLOCK HOLMES!" she shouted, and then grabbed onto the girl's arm so that she could drag the snot-nosed little offender out of the shop to go and confront the clear offender and shove the brat at him.

"Ma'am, your donuts!" called the server with confusion.

"I changed my mind!" she shouted back.