Not my best, but I'm slowly getting back into this. Sorry for grammar errors. :p Writings a bit rusty.
Please review~ It helps me update faster and I'll make sure to add in a cute Daph/Musty scene in the next chap if you do. ;)
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For the millionth time since his move into Ferryport Landing, Daphne was sitting on his bed. Again. With a crowbar. She also had blue freckles, but he had wings so he wasn't going to judge.
Mustardseed sighed, "Daph, we talked about this."
They had finally been reduced to calling each other by nicknames. One does that with stalkers that watch you sleep. It saves you from the awkward moments of staring at each other.
"About what, Musty?"
He grimaced, "I said you could enter my house, provided that you pay for the damages..."
Daphne was nodding along, "Yes, provided that Puck pays for the damages..."
He ignored that, "But... we talked about watching me sleep."
"Yes, yes we did."
"We said it was awkward."
"Yes."
"That it was unhealthy for you."
"Yes."
"That you would never do it again."
"Yes."
"..."
"..."
"And yes, you are still watching me sleep."
"Yes, yes I am."
Mustardseed rolled back over in bed and covered his head up with sheet. "Alrighty then."
"Wait..." Daphne tugged the sheets, "Aren't you going make breakfast?"
"No."
"What? Why?"
"Because you know where the kitchen is!"
"Yes, but you make the bestest pancakes eeeeeeever! You would make a great wife someday!"
That was the day, ladies and gents, that Mustardseed stayed in bed and dismayed about his future as a housewife, because he loved cleaning, doing the dishes, and playing with children.
His pancakes were also pretty damn good.
Mustardseed shoveled that last bit of pancakes in his mouth and stared at Daphne while she played with Brownie.
This was starting to bug him.
"Daph, why are your freckles blue?"
She gave him a beaming smile that practically blinded him, "Puck!"
He blinked, "What about him?"
"Failed attack on Brina."
Mustardseed nodded. Yes. That made sense. A bit odd, but it made sense.
"Mustardseed, why do your wings sparkle?"
He gave her a beaming smile in return and watched in satisfaction as she blinked, and replied, "Puck!"
She echoed, "What about him?"
"Failed attack on Brina."
She gaped, "No way! Me too!"
Mustardseed sighed. Sarcasm never worked anymore.
Washing dishes was a peaceful time for Mustardseed, but now, more than ever, his peaceful time was often broken. The sound of glass breaking behind him didn't even make flinch.
"Welcome, Daph."
Daphne sounded disappointed, "You don't even scream anymore. This is so sad."
"Oh?"
"I am so going to make you scream in fear tomorrow!"
Mustardseed didn't even turn around. Nothing could surprise him anymore.
...
"Daphne! What the hell?!"
Daphne pointed and cackled at where he collapsed on the ground. "You should've seen your face!"
"It was scary!"
"Pleeeeease. It was not! All I did was walk in."
"Yes, you walked it. Through the front door like a normal person."
"Next time..." Daphne had a wicked glint in her eyes. "I'll use the doorbell."
"Don't you dare."
"I love food." Daphne mumbled with her mouth full while Mustardseed stared on in disgust.
"You eat like a pig."
"You eat like a prince."
"I am one."
"You eat like a fairy prince then."
"That's close enough."
During the afternoon, after Mustardseed went for a walk, thankfully alone, he came back to his house to find the front window busted and shattered. He made a mental note to add it to Daphne's bill before entering his house. Upon the first look inside his living room, he decided that he didn't really need that couch anymore. Not covered in ketchup anyway.
He turned to the girl who was squirted ketchup on the couch. "What are you doing?"
She froze, "Uh well... there was a bug."
He nodded, 'Okay."
"Then... it got away."
"That would happen when you spray it with ketchup and not bug spray."
"Then the couch was already messy..."
"Uh huh."
"And so I just went with it, you know."
Mustardseed promptly bonked her over the head with a scowl, "I do not know!"
"The couch looks really artistic now."
"No. It looks like someone sprayed it ketchup." He frowned.
"Ketchup makes everything better." Daphne exclaimed and squirted some right in his face.
Drip... drip.
"Okay... maybe not everything... you still look dumb."
"Daphne!"
Mustardseed found himself shocked when walking into his kitchen. For once, Daphne wasn't vandalizing his kitchen and two, she was doing homework.
He leaned over, "What are you studying?"
"Japanese. " Daphne mumbled.
"...Why?"
"Because I can."
"I can also report you to the police, but I don't." Mustardseed grumbled.
"Because my sister would kill you."
"Yes, yes."
"Puck would disown you."
"...That was the other way around and already done."
"Banishment isn't the same as being disowned. That's like saying that people only wear hats when the sun is out."
Mustardseed didn't feel like that made any sense, but he didn't say anything because the poor girl was doing homework and that was enough to drive any one insane.
"So Japanese?"
"Just Hiragana."
"Why?"
"So I can read Japanese and still not understand it."
Daphne was acting more insane that usually, ah, wait...
"Were you doing math before this?"
Daphne looked up at him in surprise. "Yeah, how did you know?"
"...the insane levels were off the charts."
If someone told him that Daphne was pretty, he would call them liar then punch them.
Daphne wasn't pretty.
She was really beautiful.
...
"Why are you staring at me?"
"Because you broke into my house and that's weird."
She retorted, "You have wings that sparkle."
"You are never going to let that go, are you?"