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fandomtownies2012-09-20 07:01 pm
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Dite's Decadent Delights, Thursday Afternoon
There were butterflies inside the store today. Butterflies. Blue ones.
Karla had no idea how they'd gotten inside the building at all, but they were there and fluttering around. Normally, that wouldn't be so bad, except that they were talking. To her. In some odd mix of valley girl and netspeak.
"U like wanna milk me now?"
Oh. And asking her to milk them. THAT WAS WEIRD, RIGHT? It was sad how broken her crazy-meter was after living on the island for four years.
She'd spent a good hour or so trying to ignore them, but they'd just kept fluttering around her. And talking. Eventually, just to shut them up, she reached up to catch one and tried to...milk it. Yeah. Except then she was told she wasn't doing it right.
"OMG, you, like, tried to milx me. What? No warmup? No preamble? You just, like, walk up to a butterfly with your clammy hands and try to milx it?!
How had this become her life?
She tried to pet the butterfly and then was told that if she wanted to massage it, she needed massage lotion. By this time, she was determined to do this. If for no other reason than because she wanted to see what butterfly milk actually was. She'd marched to the back to get some damn massage lotion to use on a freaking butterfly and then returned to the front room, again, trying to figure out when this had become her life.
"All right, if you want your damn massage, line up, because I am not chasing you down to--"
The front room was in chaos. Nemit had woken up from a nap and decided that the pretty blue butterflies were there for his dinner. There were butterflies screeching everywhere, and Nemi was a tiny, beeping blur as he dashed around after them. On the floor were several bottles of milk lying about haphazardly. Before Karla even had a chance to figure out where they had come from, Nemi caught another butterfly in his beak and two more bottles fell to the ground.
...She wasn't even going to ask anymore. She didn't want to know. Instead, she was going to put earplugs into her ears and write down ideas for the student council. And--okay, at least try the butterfly milk since it was right there.
Huh. Butterfly milk had the delicate effervescence of a thousand butterfly farts dancing on the tongue. Who knew?
Karla had no idea how they'd gotten inside the building at all, but they were there and fluttering around. Normally, that wouldn't be so bad, except that they were talking. To her. In some odd mix of valley girl and netspeak.
"U like wanna milk me now?"
Oh. And asking her to milk them. THAT WAS WEIRD, RIGHT? It was sad how broken her crazy-meter was after living on the island for four years.
She'd spent a good hour or so trying to ignore them, but they'd just kept fluttering around her. And talking. Eventually, just to shut them up, she reached up to catch one and tried to...milk it. Yeah. Except then she was told she wasn't doing it right.
"OMG, you, like, tried to milx me. What? No warmup? No preamble? You just, like, walk up to a butterfly with your clammy hands and try to milx it?!
How had this become her life?
She tried to pet the butterfly and then was told that if she wanted to massage it, she needed massage lotion. By this time, she was determined to do this. If for no other reason than because she wanted to see what butterfly milk actually was. She'd marched to the back to get some damn massage lotion to use on a freaking butterfly and then returned to the front room, again, trying to figure out when this had become her life.
"All right, if you want your damn massage, line up, because I am not chasing you down to--"
The front room was in chaos. Nemit had woken up from a nap and decided that the pretty blue butterflies were there for his dinner. There were butterflies screeching everywhere, and Nemi was a tiny, beeping blur as he dashed around after them. On the floor were several bottles of milk lying about haphazardly. Before Karla even had a chance to figure out where they had come from, Nemi caught another butterfly in his beak and two more bottles fell to the ground.
...She wasn't even going to ask anymore. She didn't want to know. Instead, she was going to put earplugs into her ears and write down ideas for the student council. And--okay, at least try the butterfly milk since it was right there.
Huh. Butterfly milk had the delicate effervescence of a thousand butterfly farts dancing on the tongue. Who knew?
Talk to Karla
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Or, at least, he was going to say hi until he opened his mouth and ... almost inhaled a flying insect. So what actually ca,me out was a rather startled, "... butterflies?"
He wasn't often struck dumb, but apparently talking butterflies buzzing by his mouth would do it.
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Omg, LJ, Karla's earplugs were not a metaphor for not mailing me pings!Fortunately, Karla's attention was drawn by the motion of the opening door, so she was already pulling out the earplugs by the time Jack was nearly smacked in the face with a butterfly. "Watch out for the milk," she warned.
Seriously. How was this her life?
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How was this his life?
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He wasn't sure if it was or not, but he still wasn't drinking butterfly milk.
"More for you, I'm afraid."
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"You sure?" she tried. "...You think Priestly might want some for the diner, maybe?"
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He glanced over. "How is Priestly, since he came back?"
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