Dozing [Open]

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Characters: America and anyone.
Setting: Floor Four and Kitchen.
Format: Either.
Summary: Even heroes have to sleep!!!
Warnings: -


★ 1 - FLOOR FOUR

She hasn't slept in her room for a couple of nights - the sofas on the lounge level are infinitely more comfortable and it's not nearly as stuffy as that ugly little room. She's been getting more and more tired, mistakenly chalking it down to the fact she hasn't had soda for a few days.

Either way she's lying on a sofa, head lolling off the edge of it, possibly snoring just a little bit.


★ 2 - KITCHEN

Her shift in the kitchen was supposed to start half an hour ago. But she stayed up all night making plans to get out of this place playing her gameboy and so when she sits down and rests her head on her crossed arms she can't help but doze off...

Comments

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[Okay, flat looks all around for you, you ingrate.]

I forgot that pleasantries are oft forgotten with your kind. I just get accused of being the rude one.

[taps his fingers in thought before standing once more; tone turning a bit condescending] Now that i know who is behind my food - and I doubt you're any different from him - I will just be the judge of saying I shall cook for myself!

[misstates.livejournal.com]

I don't even cook anything. Just gotta put their food in this huge oven and try not to die in the process. [She stands too.]

Are you saying I can't cook? [Lineface.]

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

You just admitted that you are in mortal peril against an oven of all things. How am I supposed to have confidence that you can actually cook?

[Plus, Amerique, while better than the man who raised him still had dreadful expectations of good and bad in the kitchen. He doubted she was different.]

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Hey! It's not a normal oven, trust me.

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

...Let me guess. It's possessed. [flattest of flat looks]

[misstates.livejournal.com]

No. It's a very big oven, which you can get stuck inside. [She speaks as if she's addressing a toddler.]

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

And you were intelligent enough to investigate it?

Did you mistake it as a cave? Did you wish to go spelunking, my dear?

[Because she would... as if she can speak to him like that]

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Hey. Stop using big words because you're scared to admit I'm right about something.

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

I've never met an oven that has threatened to eat me, cherie. [arm cross]

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Like that's the weirdest thing around here. [Eyeroll.]

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[Is very quiet for a moment]

Excuse me. I just... I'm so proud; I never thought I would see the day where America voiced a logical thought!

[smirks a bit at that] Now then...

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Hey, shut up! Americans are awesome. Sorry you're too busy being a fancy European to notice! [She pokes at his stomach.]

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[gives her finger a look]

A fancy European? Tch! I have class is all, cherie.

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Class is one word for it.

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[arm cross] Do not try to be a smartass, cherie. Your brain needs all the help it can get.

[misstates.livejournal.com]

Hey, whatever! Just don't be jealous. [Grin.]