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maskormenacelogs2014-09-16 06:13 pm
alofts) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-09-16 06:13 pm
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CLOSED | Counting seconds through the night and got carried away
WHO: LEVI and HANGE ZOË
WHERE: Residence #028 in Heropa, FL
WHEN: First week of September
WHAT: Levi denies his close friendship with Hange until he is cold in ground as he goes out of his way to celebrate her birthday. Like you do.
WARNINGS: TBD.
CONGRATULATIONS AND HAPPY ANNIVERSARY
AND UNDERNEATH THAT HANDS ZOEY
[ Pink was not even the color of frosting he filled out on the order sheet; it was almost impressive how FUBAR one cake order could go. Levi grimaced pulling back the cardboard top of the cake box with the cake he had picked up from the local super market finding everything wrong with it from the inspiring lettering to the flavor and conformation. Prodding it with a kitchen knife he was dismayed to find it some sort of brownie cake hybrid that gave off the strangest...earthy, fuck did they season this monstrosity, scent that only wrecked his appetite not already marred by the sickly sweet butter creme frosting that was vanilla when he asked for chocolate.
Who at Wal-Mart did he piss off? That acne riddled kid with the thousand-yard, red-rimmed stare behind the bakery counter did not look capable of rage let alone any other sort of abstract thought or emotion. As long as it was edible, Levi reasoned as he dropped a card he picked up at the drug store with a printed message in it that all he had to do was sign beside it. The bottle of local gin and access to upgraded equipment were her actual birthday presents so one botched cake didn't mean dick in the scheme of things.
Levi clicked his tongue as looked at the kitchen clock. If Hange would bother showing up. ]
WHERE: Residence #028 in Heropa, FL
WHEN: First week of September
WHAT: Levi denies his close friendship with Hange until he is cold in ground as he goes out of his way to celebrate her birthday. Like you do.
WARNINGS: TBD.
AND UNDERNEATH THAT HANDS ZOEY
[ Pink was not even the color of frosting he filled out on the order sheet; it was almost impressive how FUBAR one cake order could go. Levi grimaced pulling back the cardboard top of the cake box with the cake he had picked up from the local super market finding everything wrong with it from the inspiring lettering to the flavor and conformation. Prodding it with a kitchen knife he was dismayed to find it some sort of brownie cake hybrid that gave off the strangest...earthy, fuck did they season this monstrosity, scent that only wrecked his appetite not already marred by the sickly sweet butter creme frosting that was vanilla when he asked for chocolate.
Who at Wal-Mart did he piss off? That acne riddled kid with the thousand-yard, red-rimmed stare behind the bakery counter did not look capable of rage let alone any other sort of abstract thought or emotion. As long as it was edible, Levi reasoned as he dropped a card he picked up at the drug store with a printed message in it that all he had to do was sign beside it. The bottle of local gin and access to upgraded equipment were her actual birthday presents so one botched cake didn't mean dick in the scheme of things.
Levi clicked his tongue as looked at the kitchen clock. If Hange would bother showing up. ]
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She will say this: the clothing here is reat. Everything's machined and soft and nothing itches.]
Hoi! Levi!
[And there she is filling, the space up with her enthusiasm.]
You didn't have to go through the trouble, you know-
[She still hasn't seen the cake. Yet.]
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Not that Levi outwardly got excited about much short of dead titans. ]
Someone really shit the bed on this one. [ Levi grouses, jabbing his thumb in the direction of the cake still in its box on the kitchen table next to the card a wrapped bottle of gin. ]
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[Hange's laughing - she knows how cynical Levi tends to be. Not that she can't be cynical herself, but her cynicism tends to be a bit more fatalistic then actively malicious. She saunters over to the table and lifts the lid with a curious quirk of her lips.
Then she just stares for a moment.
Well, that's something alright.]
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[ Levi coming up behind anyone brandishing a knife is usually bad news, only this time he makes a bee line for the travesty of bakery bought on a budget. Already he has Congratulations and Anniversary bisected and heaped on the chipped ceramic plates that came with the house. ]
Hope this will suffice, Hands.
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[She laughs and accepts the plate. She cuts a piece and puts it in her mouth. She freezes for a moment and then slowly chews and swallows. It's sweet. Too sweet. It's sickeningly rich. She holds onto the plate.]
...are all their cakes like this?