mnt_mike: (Ooooooooooooo Human)
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Christmas means many things to many people. For Mike it means food, family, and being as warm as humanly possible. So if you're looking for an explanation as to why Suite 134 is currently 85 degrees and smelling strongly of anisette, there's a your answer. As for why Mike is wearing cargo shorts, a Christmas Themed Hawaiian shirt, and headphones while tending to a rather sizable pile of cookie dough? Well...he is Mike after all.

"Later on if you wanna
We can dress like Madonna
Put on some eyeshade
And have a parade
Walkin'round in Women's Underwear
"

Date: 2008-12-23 04:44 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (over shoulder)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
"Well, just 'cause you don't do festive
Don't make you smarter or cooler than the rest of us
Quit trying to spoil it for everyone else.
"

Mel doesn't even know she's singing. She certainly doesn't know what she's singing, or why she's singing it. She's just muttering under her breath as she pulls on her boots, checks the charge on her gun and grabs her scythe from under the couch on her way...

...on her way out the do...

...wait.

"Did I forget something?"

Why is Mike making food to feed a small army?
Edited Date: 2008-12-23 04:44 pm (UTC)

Date: 2008-12-23 04:56 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (checking)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
"Nnnnhnnnn."

That was more to the tune of 'iunno' than anything else. Mel shrugs andgoes on her way, weapons all checked and secure.

"Have a good day, Babe."

Date: 2008-12-23 05:00 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: hands on forehead, rolling eyes up. (exasperated)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Hand on doorhandle.

Math.

Not her birthday. That usually comes with flowers from Harth. Not the anniversary of their first kiss. Or their first rutting. Or 'I love you'. Or the completion of page one. She never makes it out of bed on those days. Not Valentines: yesterday wasn't her birthday. Not Tuesday, either.

There's a song stuck in her head.

'Cause it's Christmas whether you like it or not, might as well get over it.

Mel's forehead hits the door frame.
Edited Date: 2008-12-23 05:02 pm (UTC)

Date: 2008-12-23 05:06 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: hands on forehead, rolling eyes up. (exasperated)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
"It's today, isn't it?" Mel asks, not moving her head from the wall. "I still got time to go steal you something?"

Date: 2008-12-23 05:14 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (checking)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
"Might take me a while," Mel admits.

"But if he's in bar and X-23 don't object, I can probably get Wolverine up here in half an hour."

Date: 2008-12-23 05:19 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (wtf)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
"You an' Wolvie going at it under the Christmas tree?"

Mel rotates her head around the spot where scalp meets wall, to look at him.

"The grid's ruttin' skitzed, sometimes."

Date: 2008-12-23 05:22 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: hands on forehead, rolling eyes up. (exasperated)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
"I'm never letting you near a computer again."

Date: 2008-12-23 05:25 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (checking)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Tasty delicious cookie dough is caught and Mel sits on the floor to eat it.

Taaaasty.

"We got a plan for today?"

Date: 2008-12-23 05:28 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (quizzical)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel shrugs. She's never really been one for getting presents, so it's all the same.

"Whenever you're ready, Babe. How's the cooking shaping up?"

Date: 2008-12-23 05:34 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (yeah right)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
...

"You do know our stove isn't fit, right?" Mel asks. "'Less you completely irradiated it. No one's cleaned it since the explosion."

Date: 2008-12-23 05:37 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (bouncy)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
"Didn't say that," Mel says.


"...you got me a new stove?"

Date: 2008-12-23 05:53 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (checking)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel thoughtfully licks the remnants of dough off her fingers.

"Where'd we leave the blindfold?"

Date: 2008-12-23 06:00 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (taken back)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
"No, I've seen it since then," Mel says. "Weren't you there when Me n' Steph were playing Batarang Marco?"

It's a dangerous game.

Date: 2008-12-23 06:05 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: hands on forehead, rolling eyes up. (exasperated)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel doesn't say anything for a while.


"That explains so much."

Date: 2008-12-23 06:09 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (happy)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
"No, it's in your shower," Mel remembers suddenly, rolling to her feet. "Stampy had her bath yesterday."

Date: 2008-12-23 06:16 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (apprehensive)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
"Uh..."

Mel disappears into the bathroom, squelching on the still soaked bathmat.

"...no, it's spled. OK."

Tying it around her own head, she strolls out into the living room, secure in her own awareness or her surroundings.

Date: 2008-12-23 06:22 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (happy)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel's hand closes over his, fingers fitting perfectly in the gaps between his.

"Am I gonna getta fight something?"

Date: 2008-12-23 06:33 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (acrobatics)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Mel she sweeps Mike down into a deep, low kiss.

Just so everyone knows who's in control around here.

"Bernard and Tonks' place?"

She still has her blindfold on.

Date: 2008-12-23 06:37 pm (UTC)
slayer_fray: (Mike/Mel)
From: [personal profile] slayer_fray
Somehow, without either of them coming close to falling, Mike ends up lying on the floor, and Mel, still unseeing, straddles him.

"Merry Christmas, Sexy."

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