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 Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 10:23 am
A warmth flooded Maia. Michael was laughing. May I assume control,I mean.
Maia's permission was not likely to change, though, so he bent them slightly and reached out to touch the plant. The flowers were dainty and red, and the leaves thick and almost waxy-looking. He hoped it wouldn't die in his room. He picked it up.
Damn, he really should start haunting his debit card! Why he had one was beyond him most days. They'd said it was procedure. At the very least he was taking some money out of circulation, right? He was sure that by now he could afford a plant, even if prices had skyrocketed in the last century.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 10:37 am
Oh, of course. Maia reaffirmed her permission. She admired the flower, looking for a tag. Kalchoe? And they bloomed all year. They wouldn't die, and they'd brighten up Michael's room a bit.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 10:40 am
"We'll take it," he said, then smiled, amused at the tone his voice had taken on. He was pretending to be Maia, so of course he had to match her tone. He hadn't spent much time in women.
The employee nodded and gestured for them to head to the cashier's station.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 11:13 am
So Michael liked it. Maia was glad. She smiled. She allowed Michael to lead, instead taking interest in the flowers on display. Yellow and oranges, reds... They were getting ready for fall.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 11:15 am
Michael, as Maia, approached the cashier's counter and set the plant down. He knew where Maia's card was, him being inside of her and all, and pulled it out to pay.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 11:19 am
"Hey," The cashier greeted Michael--as Maia, cheerfully. "Just this, then? Pretty flower for a pretty lady." He scanned the plant's tag before carefully setting it on the other side of the counter.
"Your total is 7.99," he said.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 11:27 am
Michael smiled and handed the cashier Maia's card, smeared with blood. At least that was how the cashier would see it. If he looked up, he would also see Maia's head moving in a rather unnatural fashion, something like an insect or a chicken or a person possessed from a thousand different horror films.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 11:37 am
Predictably, the cashier flipped out. He dropped the card onto the ground and stared in horror at Michael/Maia. "Are you okay?!" He asked. She was bleeding--oh my god.
...was she a ghost? A zombie? She was pretty, but--"Flowers are free, have a nice day!"
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 11:44 am
Michael looked at the cashier as if he were a fool. After all, nobody else would see anything wrong with the woman standing before him.
"Excuse me?" he asked in Maia's voice, and then: "No, no, I insist."
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 12:04 pm
The cashier bent and picked up Maia's card. He offered it shakily to Michael. "You can swipe your card on that machine just there," he said. "Please go away."
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 12:35 pm
"Excuse me?" A furrowed brow. Like nothing had ever happened, Maia was back to normal and Michael was acting innocent as peach pie. He swiped the now-clean card and followed the instructions. Maia's PIN was also in her head.
"You really shouldn't talk to paying customers like that."
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 12:56 pm
The cashier stared. Had he been hallucinating? But there'd been blood on the card... And now there wasn't any trace of it. "I apologize," he said.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 1:11 pm
Michael nodded, put Maia's card back, picked up his plant and left. He was secretly rather pleased with himself, but he did relinquish control right out on the sidewalk, stopping there for Maia to take control again.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 1:26 pm
As soon as Maia had control, she was snickering. "Poor guy's scared out of his wits!" She said. "That was fun." She looked around then, and paused. "Ready for lunch?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 1:36 pm
"And people wonder why I do it at all," Michael said, smirking. It was just a bit of harmless fun. There was a lot he couldn't take part in as a dead man! He nodded then and slipped back into Maia's head, relinquishing control of her body. He had no idea where lunch was going to be, and she seemed less unsettled by voices in her head than most.
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