★ 15 [Video] Not a big difference. really

[mightbeconcussed]

[There's a little blonde headed, blue eyed five year old staring at the camera. She's got a pint of ice cream next to her and sadly a good deal of it is on her face and the white man's shirt she's wearing.]

This place is fun. There's kitties that talk and people with lions for pets. We've got a puppy and a kitty here. The puppy lets me sit on it and the kitty let me dress it up in Mister Master's tie. We had ice cream for lunch.

[She waves at the camera]

Hi, I'm Lucy.

[ooc: She's cursed to be a little girl today (and yesterday for that matter. RL has just been nuts)]

Comments

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

Mister Master?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. He's taking care of me while Momma and Daddy are gone.

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

I take it he's a nice man.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

He's the funnest sitter ever. We had a tea party and we slid things down the stair railings and he gave me a piggyback ride and he made me a whole bowl of just Lucky Charms marshmallows for breakfast. No grapefruits! No room cleaning!

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

Has he done anything bad?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Nope! He's a nice sitter. We watched cartoons.

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

Good to hear. I've no doubt this public statement is completely honest. Being kindly towards your child-self with nothing unseemly at all taking place, should more than help his public reputation.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Do you know Mister Master? Do you watch cartoons? Of course it's honest. She's five but yes also that

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

Yes, we're acquaintances.

No, I don't.

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

That's like friends, right?

Why not? Cartoons are the best.

Action

[neverendingbeat.livejournal.com]

The Master comes back from the kitchen sink with a wet facecloth and attempts to get as much of the ice cream as possible off of Lucy.

"Lucky you," he says, "you don't have to worry about malnutrition." It's a bit wry, the way he says it, but for the most part he's incredibly amused. "I could make breakfast for tea, if that would appeal. Pardon, dinner."

Re: Action

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Lucy tilts her face up, cooperating with the clean up effort. "What's mal-trion?" she asks then giggles when he hits a ticklish spot on her neck, squirming and wiggling.

"French toast with whip cream? Puhleeeease! And Momma calls it supper. Daddy says dinner and she's always correctin' him. I'm gonna call it tea when I get home."