harper jones is on the run (jonesycakes) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-05-13 00:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-07, gabby, harper |
i wanna set the world on fire
WHO | Harper & Gabby
WHERE | Sherry's Bakery
WHEN | Early Afternoon
'You've got frosting on your nose.' Crayola's disapproving tone came through her thoughts without any warning whatsoever. It had taken her a while to get used to that, but now that she knew he could speak, it seemed like he was always poking his nose into her head to make sure that she was aware of his opinion on whatever she was doing at the time. More often than not it was to tell her that she had forgotten something or another. "Yeah? Well so do you." Harper didn't even glance at the cat who was sitting on the back counter. Sanitation requirements aside, she didn't care if anyone saw him sitting there. He didn't mess with any of the actual baking, plus she wasn't using that particular space to work. 'What? No I don't." Without warning, Harper dipped her finger into the can of frosting and swiped it across his nose. If the cat could look offended, he most certainly would have at that point. He gave a small hiss and flicked his tail. "Yes you do." Harper giggled, poking her finger into her mouth to lick the icing off. 'That was just uncalled for.' Crayola hopped down from his position on the counter and began to stalk toward the stairs leading up to the apartment. "What's wrong?" She teased after him. "Am I being punished now?" If Harper could ever go a day without insulting her familiar in some form or fashion, then she would know the world was truly about to end. It was just fun seeing him disgruntled sometimes. Especially over small things. 'Just because it tastes good does not mean that I'm happy about it,' he called from the steps. "Better frosting than flame!" She sang back at him. At that moment, the bell of the door chimed to announce that she had a customer. Business had been slow enough today that she was the only one working, which was nice sometimes. Just her and the bakery. Although, when it was winter, the solitude reminded her of the absence of her mother. Not today, however. "Hey there, what can I get for you?" She asked the girl on the other side of the counter, brushing her hands along her skirt, which was missing an apron. Slow days meant less protocol. |