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Jun. 1st, 2010 03:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaLife, Stacey had found out, wasn't all popcorn and unicorns and glittery golden things at the end of the rainbow. It wasn't like she'd found out that life was rainy days and badness and that gunk that gets stuck to the hem of your pants either. Stacey had actually found out that life was a lot of boring and blah all tied up in meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh.
"Stace." Stacey's sort-of-roommate stood in the door to Stacey's sort-of-room. It was actually Stacey's not-roommate's living room but Stacey had converted the space into a sort of living room/Stacey's room mesh by building up a wall of pillows in the middle of the couch. "What are you doing?"
"Jeeze, Micah, can't you see I'm busy?" Stacey was sitting with her legs folded beneath her and was currently bent half over trying to finish up a badly misaligned demonic looking pentagram.
One of Micah's shoulders lifted and then dropped and he turned to wander off to his kitchen and drop off the makings of what would probably turn out to be a mediocre dinner. Not that Micah ever complained about it. Stacey cooked as part of her 'rent'. On his own Micah would be living off of Chinese food and not even good Chinese food, he would have lived off of the 24 hour all you can eat Chinese food buffet down the street.
Stacey was not a fan of e-coli. She was a fan of all things tasty and delicious… but she was not the best cook. Blame too much time watching TV and not enough time watching boiling pots.
"So what are you doing?" Micah shouted from the kitchen accompanied by the sounds of thumps and whumps and the jingle of condiments against the refrigerator door.
"I'm drawing a summoning circle!" Stacey replied back, her fingers white with chalk dust. "I'm prepared to summon the Elder Gods to swallow me whole! ALL HAIL MIGHTY CTHULU! Eaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…" Her unholy wail drifted off into a whine and she collapsed onto the side of the couch, one arm flopping over the arm to brush the floor with her finger tips.
Micah strolled out of the kitchen sipping on an opened pop. "…get fired again?"
The hand lying against Stacey's side rose to flip him off and her mumble of 'Cthulu does not care that you are no longer a virgin, Micah, he will eat you anyway' was swallowed by the rough texture of the upholstery. Stacey then preceded to ignore Micah until he left the room.
Whistling.
Stacey always knew that people who could whistle were secretly snarky and evil…
…actually maybe not. Micah was hardly secretive about anything after all.
"Stace." Stacey's sort-of-roommate stood in the door to Stacey's sort-of-room. It was actually Stacey's not-roommate's living room but Stacey had converted the space into a sort of living room/Stacey's room mesh by building up a wall of pillows in the middle of the couch. "What are you doing?"
"Jeeze, Micah, can't you see I'm busy?" Stacey was sitting with her legs folded beneath her and was currently bent half over trying to finish up a badly misaligned demonic looking pentagram.
One of Micah's shoulders lifted and then dropped and he turned to wander off to his kitchen and drop off the makings of what would probably turn out to be a mediocre dinner. Not that Micah ever complained about it. Stacey cooked as part of her 'rent'. On his own Micah would be living off of Chinese food and not even good Chinese food, he would have lived off of the 24 hour all you can eat Chinese food buffet down the street.
Stacey was not a fan of e-coli. She was a fan of all things tasty and delicious… but she was not the best cook. Blame too much time watching TV and not enough time watching boiling pots.
"So what are you doing?" Micah shouted from the kitchen accompanied by the sounds of thumps and whumps and the jingle of condiments against the refrigerator door.
"I'm drawing a summoning circle!" Stacey replied back, her fingers white with chalk dust. "I'm prepared to summon the Elder Gods to swallow me whole! ALL HAIL MIGHTY CTHULU! Eaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…" Her unholy wail drifted off into a whine and she collapsed onto the side of the couch, one arm flopping over the arm to brush the floor with her finger tips.
Micah strolled out of the kitchen sipping on an opened pop. "…get fired again?"
The hand lying against Stacey's side rose to flip him off and her mumble of 'Cthulu does not care that you are no longer a virgin, Micah, he will eat you anyway' was swallowed by the rough texture of the upholstery. Stacey then preceded to ignore Micah until he left the room.
Whistling.
Stacey always knew that people who could whistle were secretly snarky and evil…
…actually maybe not. Micah was hardly secretive about anything after all.
