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Stica!
Yesterday.
Oh, you have got to be kidding me. This just isn't fair! What kind of slob lives like this?
An hour later:
Well, this section isn't all that bad. Maybe I'll be done sometime before the next Ice Age. *hums quietly*
Nameless: Well, this is unexpected. Excuse me, miss? What exactly are you doing?
?: Hell, I chipped a nail. That's gonna cost extra. What? Oh...
I'm cleaning, what does it look like I'm doing?
Nameless: That's odd, I don't remember anyone saying they were hiring someone to clean the place up. But I can't imagine anyone would just come in off the street and touch half this stuff voluntarily. Who did you say hired you?
WitchHazel: That'd be us, freakface. We're tired people telling us our little slice of Hades always looks like a hurricane hit it. So we pooled our money...
Chibiusa: I thought you said we took-
WH: As I was saying, we pooled 'our' money together and hired us a maid. Now we can throw our junk around and no one can complain that we're junking up the joint. Buncha whiny babies if you ask me. I say a little clutter makes the place nice and comfy, but some people thought it was a fire hazard.
Nameless: Oh, dear. Nothing good is going to come of this...
WitchHazel: Hey, Frenchie, Chibimoon and I kind of had an accident with the cauldron. Clean it up, will ya? We've got things to do.
?:I'm not French, you little halfwit!
Nameless: ...ohgod. It never ends... So much crazy in one very small area.
Stica! She needs a name. If I weren't named so myself, I would totally name her Marian just to snicker at the gag... But that would just be weird, so I won't. With all the floof going on with her dress, she's pretty much able to sit on the FF chair without any assistance at all. Everyone else has to slouch and hold on for dear life. She sits there and cries at the thought of cleaning my room. For which I don't blame her.
I looooooooove her.
I don't know how I resist the urge to cart her around everywhere, but I have so far. It's a bit odd, actually.
For those who like shoe documentation.
And now I'm gonna go hunt down a towel, showe, and pass out. Really, really tired.
Oh, you have got to be kidding me. This just isn't fair! What kind of slob lives like this?
An hour later:
Well, this section isn't all that bad. Maybe I'll be done sometime before the next Ice Age. *hums quietly*
Nameless: Well, this is unexpected. Excuse me, miss? What exactly are you doing?
?: Hell, I chipped a nail. That's gonna cost extra. What? Oh...
I'm cleaning, what does it look like I'm doing?
Nameless: That's odd, I don't remember anyone saying they were hiring someone to clean the place up. But I can't imagine anyone would just come in off the street and touch half this stuff voluntarily. Who did you say hired you?
WitchHazel: That'd be us, freakface. We're tired people telling us our little slice of Hades always looks like a hurricane hit it. So we pooled our money...
Chibiusa: I thought you said we took-
WH: As I was saying, we pooled 'our' money together and hired us a maid. Now we can throw our junk around and no one can complain that we're junking up the joint. Buncha whiny babies if you ask me. I say a little clutter makes the place nice and comfy, but some people thought it was a fire hazard.
Nameless: Oh, dear. Nothing good is going to come of this...
WitchHazel: Hey, Frenchie, Chibimoon and I kind of had an accident with the cauldron. Clean it up, will ya? We've got things to do.
?:I'm not French, you little halfwit!
Nameless: ...ohgod. It never ends... So much crazy in one very small area.
Stica! She needs a name. If I weren't named so myself, I would totally name her Marian just to snicker at the gag... But that would just be weird, so I won't. With all the floof going on with her dress, she's pretty much able to sit on the FF chair without any assistance at all. Everyone else has to slouch and hold on for dear life. She sits there and cries at the thought of cleaning my room. For which I don't blame her.
I looooooooove her.
I don't know how I resist the urge to cart her around everywhere, but I have so far. It's a bit odd, actually.
For those who like shoe documentation.
And now I'm gonna go hunt down a towel, showe, and pass out. Really, really tired.
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Damn, Stica is CUTE. I may have to get one lalala~.