Bzzt.
"The Ymirus Isaliaris is eating a bagel." Christa turned towards dramatically towards the cell phone in her hand, a dark mustache under her nose. She aimed the camera upwards, so we could see Ymir's face puffed up like a squirrel's cheeks, crumbs flecking her tanned face. "It is one of the many things that the Ymrius eats on a regular basis. Be careful not to instigate it, for fear that it could eat you (out) instead."
"Chrishta, what are yoush doinsgh?" Ymir was a bit annoyed, her bronze eyes looking down onto the interesting activity the girl was now doing.
"It seems to have a reaction to our presence, but do not worry," The little blond girl said, putting a finger on the fake moustache, her fake English accent high pitched and kind of cute, that made Ymir NOT BLUSH AT ALL. "It will only attack once we glomp it, which I will not do. Unless it gives me the cookie jar on top of the fridge."
"Can't you take it yourself? There is a chair in the kitchen, ya know…" Ymir smiled, munched on another piece of the bread. "Or do you want me to help you?" She leaped onto Krista, and wrapped her arms around her, shoving her face in the girl's slender back.
"Gasp! It got us!" The video flickered a bit, shifting on the side. A brief look at Christa's face made it apparent that she was beaming.
"Rawwr." The woman muttered, kissing the girl's neck.
"In this situation- Hmm- there is one secret technique that was passed down the generations of masters to stop the Ymirus of interrupting your voyage to cookies."
Christa turned around and her lips collided with Ymir's. The tall woman eyes widened and her freckled cheeks grew redder. There was an hmpf of protestation as they both fell down in a clatter, the cell phone dropping off the girl's hand.
After a bit of fight, the squirming stopped. There were heavy pants heard and a few light steps, followed with the camera being picked up yet again.
"This can only be used once on the Ymirus Isaliaris," Ymir was visibly on the floor, knocked out, a sliver of saliva coming from her mouth and a half eaten bagel clutched in her hand. "As it will search for the person who inflicted it, and perhaps do some….things… to them later on."
A grunt came out of Ymir's throat.
"I am Christa Lenz, and this,"
Dramatic pause. Deep breath.
"Was Christa V.S. Titan."
She looked around and sighed once, pushing the strands of her blond hair her out her face.
"Where the fuck is the fucking chair at though."
Bzzt.