Look On Her Face
I don't know what's more beautiful: the look on someone's face after I set a bomb off in front of them or the look on someone's face after I let one rip.
But the best looks of all, hands-down, come from Max's face.
Mimicry. It's a great power which I use with no great responsibility.
Angel.
"Max, I wanna go talk to the fishies and see if they will bring Ariel up to the surface to help us save the world and sing songs with us, too. Max, I know mommies and daddies make babies, but how?"
Iggy.
"Max, did you know your blue sweatshirt is extremely flammable? Can I see if your hair is flammable, too? Can you do the cooking from now on, Max?"
Total.
"Max, you may not want to use your pillow any time soon. I had a wee little accident. Get it? Wee? Hahaha. Wee."
Nudge.
"Max Max Max! I want a puppy! No, we already have Total and Akila. I want a bat! Wait, we already have Fang. I want a monkey! No wait, we already have you. How about a unicorn?!"
Fang.
"Max, we need to talk. I… I think… I think I love you…"
And every time, no matter which flock member I was impersonating or how unrealistic the words I gave them were, she would fall for it.
And then she would freak out.
"Whaaat?!"
And then I would cackle in my own voice.
And then the priceless look on her face would turn to a more purple shade of priceless.
And then…
Then I would run. For my life. (This is the not-so-fun part. The terrifying part, actually.)
But just to see the look on her face before that, it's always worth it.
Love you, Max!
Please don't hurt me!
Bahaha. This was very fun to write. Triple-drabble.
Requested by and therefore dedicated to Clarinetist.
I have a lot of requests lined up, but have no fear, they shall all be written eventually.
;)
-Skye