'So,' Dandelion began. She and Maxx had clocked off to Dandelion's big, old house after work. Maxx had, at her time of arrival, demanded hot chocolate. In the end, Dandelion had made herself (and only herself) some for the sole purpose of irritating the brunette alchemist. '… have you carried out your dazzlingly brilliant scheme yet?'
'Affirmative. The mission was successful and all check-points were passed. A full report is yet to be filed, sir…' Maxx confirmed blandly. She had this terrible habit of talking in military speak without realising it whenever she felt tired. She claimed that it came as a standard dawn-side to watching too much television. Sadly, that didn't mean anyone else agreed.
'Oh, cut it out.'
'… Why isn't the radio on?' Maxx suddenly wondered aloud. She jumped up from the couch she was lying all over and walked over to the device sitting atop Dandelion's forever unused fireplace. Dandelion reached out, as if to stop her, but was too late. Both girls cringed as an annoyingly cheery Christmas song filled the air, ringing loudly throughout the room. Maxx quickly switched it off, grimacing.
'Yeah… that's why.'
'Oops,'
'So –not that I doubt you or anything–, but are we definitely throwing the party tomorrow?' Dandelion implored, slightly bored. She flicked the teaspoon in her mug, sending it flying across to the other side of the rim with a small clink. Maxx took no offence, of course. She knew that Dandelion just didn't want to have to get up early for no reason. Maxx gave a small nod in reply. '…So does that mean I should be doing stuff right now?'
'Well, yeah.' Maxx said in her 'duh' voice. She paused for a moment as she sat back down. She tapped her chin; thinking about something. Her eyebrows knitted together as a frown went across her face. 'Come to think of it, we should probably be out buying decorations and food right now.'
'Way~ ahead of you,' Dandelion jabbed her thumb over her shoulder; indicating in the direction of the cupboard on the far side of the room. Obediently walking over to it, Maxx rested her hand on the doorknob. Once again, Dandelion spun around and reached out, but was too late (again). Christmas decorations, packaged food and drinks, and even a Christmas tree toppled out of the cupboard, falling onto Maxx.
Maxx sighed, and Dandelion stared.
'Déjà vu,' they said at the same time. They glanced at each other for a moment; momentarily stunned by their accidental unison. A second later, Maxx slowly began to dig herself out (for the second time that day). Dandelion shrugged and continued to drink her hot chocolate.
'Don't we need to let everyone else know what's going on? You know… Like initiations or something?' Maxx inquired, pushing the Christmas tree off of her torso. Dandelion just pointed at the phone. Maxx carefully pushed a box of Christmas decorations off her feet before siting up and staring at it.
'Then when are you going to call them…? And hang on – how the hell did you get EVERYONE'S phone number?!' Maxx demanded, looking somewhat shocked and reasonably angered; no doubt suspecting the answer to have something to do with creeping around headquarters and pick-pocketing. (Probably with a touch of bribing/threatening the more timid employees on the side.)
'Such business does not concern you, Maxxine dearest.' Dandelion brushed her question to the side, taking another swig from her mug. Maxx growled. She pulled herself up onto her feet. Her hands quickly balled up into fists.
'DON'T CALL ME MAXXINE! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT MY NAME IS JUST MAXX!! MAXX, GOT IT?!'
'Oh, you and Eddikins are such a perfect match. I do hope you realise that.'
'STOP BEING SO CALM WHEN YOU MAKE FUN OF ME, DAMMIT!'
'Oh, and just so you know – I'm going to be planning your wedding sometime in the future. At the moment I'm thinking… blue.' Dandelion had to bite back a laugh. She understood 100% why Roy so enjoyed stirring up Ed. Maxx was just as bad with some things – unlike Ed, she never had problems with her height, so that one was automatically ruled out. But Dandelion had known Maxx long enough to know what her soft spots were, and oh, did she love to press Maxx's buttons. Her reactions were priceless.
'THAT'S IT! SAY GOODBYE TO THE COOKIE JAR!' Maxx boomed furiously, storming out of the room. Dandelion gaped after her in utter shock, wondering if she had truly heard Maxx right. She had put the cookie jar in a super-secret place! How could Maxx possibly know where it was kept? HOW?!
'NUU~! NOT MAH COOKIEZ!' Dandelion cried, jumping up and running after her, apparently forgetting about her mug of hot chocolate. By the time the red-head got to her bedroom, she was too late. To her horror, Maxx was sitting on the floor next to her bed. In her hands sat an open cookie jar. She looked up and Dandelion blankly, a cookie in her mouth.
'Uhm… Lion, why do you have a big, wet, brown patch on you?' Maxx asked after removing the cookie from her mouth. The brunette raised an eyebrow at the red-head's stomach. Dandelion looked down at herself, immediately spotting the wet patch in question. She looked at the empty mug in her left hand. She frowned.
'… Damn…' Dandelion muttered. She gritted her teeth and frowned some more, looking like some kind of lethargic teenager who had been told to wash the dishes and clean their younger sibling's room for them. 'What a bother…'
Maxx jumped up onto the bed (cookie jar still in hand) and turned her back as Dandelion quickly changed out of her uniform. A few moments later, Dandelion flopped down next to Maxx, hand delving down into the now half-empty jar. She had changed into a plain white dress that was far more suited for summer than winter. Apparently she hadn't been bothered enough to change into anything other than what had touched her hand first.
'Oh, what a tragedy…! I guess this means that I won't be able to wear my uniform for a while!' Dandelion said dramatically, her grin ruining her façade. She pressed the back of her hand against her forehead and stared off into the distance. An amused smirk tugged at Maxx's lips before a thought drifted into her head.
'Wait, you did that deliberately, didn't you?!' She accused, giving her a suspicious look. Dandelion had, of late, been forced to wear the standard uniform as opposed to her "modified" version (which, in comparison, looked hardly recognisable as a military uniform). And if she was unable to wear the proper uniform, then…
'Surprisingly not. I'm surprised I didn't think of it myself. Then again, maybes my subconscious is just cleverer.' Dandelion mused, taking a firm bite out of her cookie. Maxx started laughing, and hastily tried to smother the sound with her hand. But Dandelion didn't have to hear it said out loud to know what Maxx was thinking.
'Ow! Hey!'
'How dare you call me stupid?!'
Okay... Well, you remember when I said that I would have my computer issues sorted out on time? They were.
Then the wireless died.
It could have been worse. I mean, looking on the bright side, I still have CC with me. Something worse could have happened, like complete loss of all data, including my Final Fantasy games and every other piece of crud I have on this laptop. Now, that would have been TRULY tragic. At the moment I'm only able to post this because of school internet ("Oh, cry me a river and post it, you wuss", I know, I know). However, we have our lovely otaku man/friend/usual computer guy coming around on Friday to fix all our household-wide issues (Not including the ones involving peanut butter and Pocky-stocks, sadly). Last time he came around, we got free pizza. I should try and bride them into that again.
I should probably sort out the commitment issues I have towards my readers while I'm at it. :/
P.S. At the bottom there, yes, Dandelion can pretty much read her mind. They have skillz like that. And also, in relation to Dandelion's uniform getting hot chocolate stains, to clarify, I would like to remind everyone about Dandelion's obsession with varying from the standard uniform. In truth, yes, she has more than one uniform. She has to, considering she hates doing washing. But Roy doesn't know that. Henceforth, she can get away with wearing whatever she likes.
