"Hello, China."
"Welcome back, Valkyrie. It is lovely to see you."
"And you, dear. How was your day?"
"It was great. Just… Great." Valkyrie Cain grins as she removes her coat – she actually remembered to wear something under it this time, notes China slightly forlornly. Still, even in a tank-top and jeans, Valkyrie is lovely, all tanned skin and bright smile. China stands and walks towards her.
A few minutes later, when they are curled up together against the sofa, Valkyrie coughs hesitantly. "China?" she asks, voice soft.
"Yes, dearling?" China Sorrows bats her eyelids at Valkyrie Cain, the corners of her lips pulling up with affection.
"I hope you don't think me impolite or ungrateful or anything, but I feel like I really need to ask you this."
"What is it? Has something gone horrifically awry?" China arches an eyebrow, still smiling.
"Well, I'm not sure yet. It's possible. Though, you know, not at all definite."
"Are you leaving me, Valkyrie?"
"Oh, Gods no!" She pauses, blushing. "Just… Why is Clarabelle tied up and in the corner?"
"Why, dearling, that is for me to know and for you to never find out. She'll be gone soon, though, I promise."
A/N: 'Dearling' is my new favorite word. I decided it a moment ago.
Seriously.
~Mademise Morte, December 29