See? I work on these! Just sometimes, I get delayed.Anyway, if there are
things in here that you don't agree to, such as a reference to Makoto's
sexuality, that's just MY perception. Because I'M writing the fanfic. And
if you think I'm implying that she's a child molester, you're wrong.
Although, that would kind of explain a lot.
Makoto hummed to herself as she pulled the cookies she'd made for herself and Chibi Chibi out of her oven and placed them onto the counter. On one hand, she was expected to be romantically involved with a six-year-old girl; on the other hand, she was a lesbian anyway, and besides, she liked spending time with children.
Chibi Chibi held her hands out expectantly for a cookie. "Chibi chibi chibi!" She chirped happily.
Makoto shook her head firmly.
"No, Chibi Chibi. First of all, these need to cool down for about ten minutes, and second, that's not how you ask for things. You have to say please."
"Have to say please!" Chibi Chibi imitated. Makoto smiled.
"Yes, that's right. Why don't you try it?"
"You try it!" the pipsqueak repeated. Makoto frowned, puzzled.
"I'm not the one asking for a cookie."
"Asking for a cookie!"
"Now stop that!"
"Stop that!"
"Chibi Chibi, that's not funny."
"That's not funny!"
Makoto scowled at the small child. "Cut it out this minute!"
"This minute!"
"That does it! You don't get any cookies! None!"
"Chibi!" Chibi Chibi protested. Makoto shook her head stubbornly.
"No!"
Chibi Chibi sniffled and started to cry. Makoto abruptly felt guilty, forgetting that she was supposed to be punishing her.
"Don't cry, honey! Here, have a cookie!" She reached to grab one, disregarding the fact that they were still too hot. As her hand closed around a cookie, she shrieked in pain and dropped the cookie onto the floor. Chibi Chibi reached down (not very far) to pick it up. Makoto, not noticing this, attempted to pull herself up onto the counter, accidentally slicing her unburned hand on a steak knife lying on the counter.
The rest of the day went downhill from there.
Makoto hummed to herself as she pulled the cookies she'd made for herself and Chibi Chibi out of her oven and placed them onto the counter. On one hand, she was expected to be romantically involved with a six-year-old girl; on the other hand, she was a lesbian anyway, and besides, she liked spending time with children.
Chibi Chibi held her hands out expectantly for a cookie. "Chibi chibi chibi!" She chirped happily.
Makoto shook her head firmly.
"No, Chibi Chibi. First of all, these need to cool down for about ten minutes, and second, that's not how you ask for things. You have to say please."
"Have to say please!" Chibi Chibi imitated. Makoto smiled.
"Yes, that's right. Why don't you try it?"
"You try it!" the pipsqueak repeated. Makoto frowned, puzzled.
"I'm not the one asking for a cookie."
"Asking for a cookie!"
"Now stop that!"
"Stop that!"
"Chibi Chibi, that's not funny."
"That's not funny!"
Makoto scowled at the small child. "Cut it out this minute!"
"This minute!"
"That does it! You don't get any cookies! None!"
"Chibi!" Chibi Chibi protested. Makoto shook her head stubbornly.
"No!"
Chibi Chibi sniffled and started to cry. Makoto abruptly felt guilty, forgetting that she was supposed to be punishing her.
"Don't cry, honey! Here, have a cookie!" She reached to grab one, disregarding the fact that they were still too hot. As her hand closed around a cookie, she shrieked in pain and dropped the cookie onto the floor. Chibi Chibi reached down (not very far) to pick it up. Makoto, not noticing this, attempted to pull herself up onto the counter, accidentally slicing her unburned hand on a steak knife lying on the counter.
The rest of the day went downhill from there.
