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 Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 6:10 pm
The dorm common room was being used as a makeshift workshop. Kiki had all the furniture moved from the centre, so that she was better able to do as she pleased. A large frame of wood had been laid down. Pillows had been torn apart, so that their batting could be used for her purposes. A King size pink sheet was being sewn into a new shape by the pink haired lady seated on the floor in a flouncing gown. Nails were laid out. Glue bottles were set aside. Craft pearls sat in a bag nearby. Silver paint sat waiting in small dollar store bottles. And other odds and ends that served no immediate purpose laid about elsewhere.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 6:16 pm
By now, Harley knew the layout of the dorms by heart. She could traverse them in the dark, blindfolded, and with headphones blasting deafening music. She was a pro at this.
A pro that ended up stubbing her foot on a couch that shouldn't have been there, and subsequently stumbled into a similarly misplaced chair, after unsuccessfully trying to catch herself on a third piece of furniture that apparently no longer existed in that particular spot. It was a rather ungraceful display from the long-limbed string bean, and one that ultimately ended up with her on the floor, looking baffled at the room that had betrayed her.
"What the heck?" Was all she asked, her tone matching her stare.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 6:22 pm
Kiki watched the debacle calmly from her dainty posture on the floor. Her needlework on pause as round eyes watched a lithe looking stick-woman topple over furniture and air alike. "It's a talent all it's own to fall so comedically clumsy." She said with pursed lips. "Were you hired for entertainment purposes, or do you serve Deus in some other fantastic feats?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 6:34 pm
After blinking owlishly, she settled her attention on the dainty little Princess. There, it seemed, was the source of her current woes.
"It's a talent that I always have possessed." Harley chuckled to herself and her terrible joke. "But it's not the talent I was hired for, no. It's really more a side hobby than a money maker." She replied good-naturedly, picking herself up off the floor in a tangle of limbs, and dusted herself off once she had sorted herself out.
"Long time to see, Princess Peach!" Blue eyes ghosted towards the project in the middle of the room, one that was the definite reasoning behind the lack of predictable furniture placement. "Redecorating, are we?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 6:39 pm
Nickname seeming to please the young lady, Kiki sat a little straighter (if that was even possible). "Why yes, I am."
She reached and pointed to a magazine flipped open, the page clipped open with a paper clip. "I saw a bed that suits my tastes and needs perfectly. However, I lack sufficient servant power to have someone go and get one for me. I have been forced to take matters into my own hands."
By scavenging for supplies on island.
"I am well known for being very handy with crafts. My creativity in such matters illustrates with great detail how highly functioning my intelligence is."
"But, well, now that you're here, I once again have man-power."
Her smile, seemingly innocent, spoke volumes of her intentions for the hapless Harley.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 6:47 pm
"Sounds like fun." The redhead mused to the idea of redecorating, and took a few curious steps closer as the tiny terror went on to explain the reasoning behind it. Fun, indeed. It didn't take her long to put two and two together; Kiki's insult and intentions were rather obvious. Yet Hattie just kept smiling away, as if she hadn't noticed.
"Ask nicely." She said - and demanded - in a voice as sweet as honey.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 6:48 pm
"I beg your pardon?" She asked back, blinking owlishly.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 7:31 pm
"You have to ask nicely if you want my help." Hattie replied, her voice still honey.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 7:43 pm
"I see." She pondered this a moment, her eyes never blinking as she regarded Harley. She twisted her mouth, as if testing the taste of asking nicely for something she assumed ought to be simply given.
"Would you care to aid me?" She amended, "The task will be lengthly if I do it all myself."
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 7:47 pm
"Do I get pizza at the end?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 7:48 pm
Kiki narrowed her eyes.
"If by that you're asking me to buy you pizza?" She raised her chin with haughty arrogance, "Then the answer is no."
"If you're asking me permission to have pizza after, the answer is yes. By all means."
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 7:52 pm
"No pizza, huh?" Harley put some effort into looking as though she were seriously considering the offer. Conveniently, she overlooked the latter half. Permission was not something she needed from anyone other than the people signing her pay check.
"Whelp, sorry Princess Peach, but I seem to find myself busy! A girl needs her dinner, you know." She pat her stomach as if she were a starving child, and turned on her heel.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 7:54 pm
Tch. Good help was so hard to find these days.
Kiki huffed, looking down at the chaos surrounding her. Damn... the clean up if she finished would be madness. She might even sweat!
"Um... if I ammend my offer.." She called out, furrowing her brows. "Say.. I do indeed buy you your dinner.. would you then assist me in this task?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 7:57 pm
Just like that, Harley turned once more on her heel, this time facing Kiki. She was stroking the impressive beard she did not possess, and looking down at the other girl as thoughtfully as she could manage.
"Probably. You gonna shake on it?" She slid closer, and extended a pale hand down.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 8:03 pm
Kiki's lips made a strange twist of distaste. She was not wearing her lace court gloves. If she shook hands like some common scoundrel, she might get their commoners germs on her delicate skin.
With a great amount of effort of willpower, she extended her hand, grasping the tips of Harley's fingers as if that qualified as a decent handshake.
"We have an accord."
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