A Booklight Story by Empress Galaxia (fluffywoodchuckqueen@hotmail.com)
Wolfwood watched her with a growing sense of bemusement.
"It's down here somewhere, I just know it!" Milly exasperated.
The kitchen was a mess. Drawers and cabinets were pulled open, their contents strewn about the table and countertop. Milly was currently sifting through one of the last cabinets, her head and arms invisible to the priest.
He lit a cigarette. If she wasn't looking, she wouldn't mind, right? "Whatcha lookin' for again, big girl?"
She pulled out of the cabinet, hitting the back of her head on the way. "A can opener." Pointing to the brown bag on a chair, she explained, "The store only had canned pudding mix, and I couldn't get it open with a knife or anything, and I can't find the can opener anywhere. It's just too darn dark in here."
Wolfwood thought about loaning her a match, then decided Milly in an enclosed space with fire was never a good idea.
She sat on the floor with her shoulders slumped. She was almost ready to cry, until inspiration struck.
Milly scrambled off of the floor and ran to the room she and Meryl were sharing. Just as he was ready to follow, she ran back into the kitchen, a small flashlight between her teeth. She dove back into the cabinet to rummage once more.
Meryl strode into the kitchen, apparently perturbed by Milly's run in and out of their room. Realising it was useless to talk to the half of Milly hanging out of the cabinet, she turned to Wolfwood. "Do you know what that was about?"
He blew a puff of smoke. "Flashlight."
"But I don't have a--"
"FOUND IT!" Milly backed out of the cabinet once again, proudly waving high the can opener. She turned to face them and grinned.
And dangling from her grinning mouth was a booklight in the shape of a penis. Wolfwood began choking on his cigarette.
"Milly, get it out of your mouth!" Meryl screamed.
The light still between her lips, she asked, "Why, Sempai?"
"Because it doesn't look right there! Just...just come with me!" She ran to her partner and dragged her back to their room.
Wolfwood gulped down a glass of water, trying to right his insides.
He pulled another cigarette out of his jacket and lit it. For a moment,
his eyes were unfocused and lost in thought. Another moment later,
he shook his head, as if trying to rid it of said thought. Removing
the cigarette, he rubbed a hand over his eyes, muttering, "Forgive me Lord,
for my mind has sinned..."