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Post by Meisha Shylin on Feb 23, 2012 2:22:08 GMT -5
Meisha glanced up from the food, taking time to soak up the image of the disastrous kitchen. It was covered in powdered sugar, flower, batter, and all types of liquid she wouldn’t be able to name at this point. She was a wreck. Batter stuck to her hair topped with icing, her clothes were dinged with the powders and dripped with the liquid mixture. Not like it mattered much, she had just stuck on some old clothes. It had been a while since she had made a cake. Usually the little werewolf just made cookies or cupcakes, never a cake. The smell of baking cake overcome her taste buds and send them to ultimate heaven. Meisha adored sweet things. She smiled and shook her head at the sight; it would have been hilarious for any onlooker. By now the scent of baking cake had lingered off slightly as it was now cooled and being iced. After she finished with the vanilla ice cream she left it sitting on the middle of the table to finish setting.
She knew she wasn't supposed to be in the kitchen to begin with. It wasn't her house. She didn't care at this point in time- all she cared about was this sweetness that was filling the room with an amazing aruma.
A small giggle at the sight of the kitchen... If she didn't clean up she would be in so much trouble. Her feet bounced up with her hands pushing on the counter-top. She slide her butt onto the counter to sit for a moment to rest. Now, if only none of the Cullens showed up she might be safe.
notes; i'm just gonna say Meisha is allowed in the house... or the front door was unlocked. either way i'm cool with.
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Post by Alice Cullen on Feb 24, 2012 22:50:02 GMT -5
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Alice paused in the middle of the room and tried to use her visions to see the outcome of the situation. The blinked as a blind spot blocked her. Growling Alice realized it must be a werewolf. She sniffed the air and sure enough under the smell of the human food was the scent of dog. (occ: no offense) Dancing through the house Alice moved on to the kitchen and giggled at the sight I front of her.
Leaning against the door jamb Alice observed the little blonde werewolf make hell of one of Esme's prized possessions, the kitchen and the kitchen table. The walls, the floors, and pretty much everything was covered with flour, sugar and god knows what else. The cake the girl had baked was iced and ice cream sat next to it. This was going to be an awesome day. Alice decided grinning and dancing away and up to her room to change into something more appropriate for the situation.
When she came back down only a few minutes later she found the kitchen in the same condition she'd left it. The little wolf continued to dance around the kitchen and Alice wondered if she knew she was there.
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