Dossier Two

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta, thanks to Hei showing her the kitchen, has decided to try and cook. She is not a very good cook. In fact, she is a very bad cook. BUT THIS DOES NOT STOP HER FROM TRYING. Currently she is standing on the counter and trying to get a particular pan out from under a bunch of other ones. Doing it carefully isn't working, so SUPERHUMAN WRENCH OF POWAH is a go.

Of course, this sends her off balance and pinwheeling backwards off the counter with pots and pans falling down around her. SHOULD YOU WISH TO BRAVE THE METAL SHOWER, FEEL FREE TO CATCH HER. Or not. :|

Also, I should have mentioned, thanks to her modifications she is substantially heavier than a normal girl of her size. |D ]

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[ghostlighter]

Why?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Looking at her feet] I... Um. I like cooking.

[ghostlighter]

[Kneels down and starts to collect some of the pots and pans to put away.] Could have asked for help if it was too high to reach.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh, I can do that, sir, you don't have to. [Promptly starts gathering things up, blushing.]

[ghostlighter]

No, it's fine. [Although he lets her clean up her own little corner while he takes care of the rest...]

... Did I do something to make you angry?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Angry? [Armful of pots and pans slips out of her grip and goes crashing down.] Ah--oh no... [Picking them up again DX]

[ghostlighter]

[Chris reaches over and stills her hands.] Yeah. Angry. And just... I'll get this. Okay?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

N-no, but... I made the mess. It's my responsibility, sir. Um... I'm sorry. I might have forgotten who you are. That... [She looks down.] I've never forgotten a person before, but it happens to Angelica sometimes.

[ghostlighter]

[What? ... The gears start turning in his head.] Forgotten who I—

... Oh. Oh. Henrietta, it's me. It's Chris.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh! [Drops her rescued pans in surprise again.] Oh, Signore Chris, I haven't forgotten you. Um... you look different.

[ghostlighter]

Yeah. [Watching the pans fall out of lack of anywhere else to really focus.] ... I forgot you haven't seen me like this before.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um... is this how you look during the day?

[ghostlighter]

No, not really. It's how I look when I don't need to be the Griever.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

You're... Like a prince who dresses up as a peasant!

[ghostlighter]

Wha— [An amused snicker, more at the concept than that Henrietta said it.] ... No, not like that either. There's nothing really princely about it.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Blushes.] But it is. A little bit.

[ghostlighter]

[Pssht.] How so?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

You hide how special you are.

[ghostlighter]

I guess so. [He's used to being.. 'special' and hiding it, but being half-dead and hiding it isn't quite the same to him.] I mean, don't you?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Don't I what?

[ghostlighter]

Hide what you are.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Not... really.

[ghostlighter]

... Oh.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She looks down.] I don't really have to.

[ghostlighter]

You don't..?