Sixth Explosion

[alittleblackmagic]

Hmmmmmmmmm.  If it worked for her . . . . . . .

[Knock knock knock! Palom is at YOUR door! No, it doesn't matter who you are or where you live.  Unless you're Crazy Scarf-Eye-Killy Person.  And Crazy Maya-Hating Person.  And even that woman who killed Crazy Maya-Hating Person.  Asura, Matt Engarde, and Sakuya's houses will be skipped.]

Hiya! My name is Palom, and it's a real pleasure to meet you even if I've already met you before and even if I'm lying out of my teeth. I'm going door-to-door collecting delicious sweets, candies, and pastries to assist the children of the neighborhood in their heroic work to turn into sugar crazed addicts escape this town.

Would you have any such things you wouldn't mind parting with? Anything would be a great help!  Urgh, how does she manage to get that heart hanging over her head?  I'm gonna have to settle with a   Lalalala~ Hearts and flowers ~ La ~

[Do you have the heart to say 'no' to this excruciatingly sort-of adorable boy?]

((With sincere apologies to Hustino.))

Comments

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Sorry, sir, I can't quite hear you. It sounded vaguely like you were making threats against a little kid collecting donations, but that can't be right.

[ones-a-job.livejournal.com]

[Still muffled]

Nah, just annoyin' pests tha' keep buzzin outside m' door.

Sixteen seconds.

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

Sorry, sir, I still can't quite hear you. But it sounds as if you have some major issues if a 5-year-old asking for candy is grounds for a death threat.

[ones-a-job.livejournal.com]

[Grumbles]

If yer bleedin' five then I'm th' goddamn easterbunny.

[And the door opens again to a disgruntled Sniper with a new cup of coffee.]

Ya old enough ta figure out what 'piss off' means? Ya should, it's wired in with yer survival instinct.

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

It's not my fault the stupid game designers always make the characters 5 years younger than they look.

Here's your coffee back, sir. And the cup. And you know, wired in with most people's survival instincts is 'if you're gonna yell at the kid who can turn you into a statue, you should have a good reason'.

[The coffee is ice-cold. Because it is ice.]

Thank you for your time, sir, and we hope you will reconsider in the future.

[ones-a-job.livejournal.com]

[Sniper accepts the cup back, stares at it, stares at the kid walking away. Dumps out the coffee-ice and.... chucks the cup at the back of the kid's head.

His door closes before he bothers to see if it connects or not.]

"Bloody snot nosed little brats..."

[prodigious-mage.livejournal.com]

[Maybe he should've turned the coffee to stone. Either way, it grazes his ear before he turns and blows a raspberry. Sniper's house is going on his 'Stupid Meanie' list.]