8th ☆

[adropofjupiter]

[Action - School]

[It's lunch time and Marisa has just managed to escape a gaggle of drone girls that had been intent on acquiring gossip about her 'boyfriend'. Once free, she finds herself a tree in the school yard to climb and enjoy her lunch in. So what if she's in a dress and if one stands at the right angle they might catch a glimpse of her panties? She's pretty sure her drone 'friends' won't find her in a tree.

Clearly she shouldn't be allowed to eat in peace, right?]



[Phone]

[One very annoyed witch picks up the phone after she gets home from school.]

Look. I don't care what anyone says, I'm not dating Guy 'Mustang'. You all probably know him as Guy of the Kutolah. And just because he calls me Lady Marisa and I'm at his house once or twice a week doesn't mean we're dating.

If I have to hear those damn girls ask me one more time about how 'hunky' he is, the Bowl-o-Rama, and if we're going up to Makeout Point anytime soon, I'm quite possibly going to set them all on fire. Besides, I'm already seeing someone that's not Guy.

So, if you hear anyone talking about that me-dating-Guy crap? Don't believe 'em.

Comments

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Yeah, because that will magically make living in Mayfield a wonderful goddamn fairytale.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Nothing will magically make living in Mayfield a fairytale, but it'll make you relax, not be such a jerkface. Release that pent-up frustration in a constructive enjoyable way!

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I doubt that.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Wanna bet?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

I would, but I hardly doubt you'd find a volunteer.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Never underestimate my ability to find anything I want. Oh, I'll find someone, ze.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure. Good goddamn luck.

[adropofjupiter.livejournal.com]

Just you wait...

[Marisa gives a fairly evil chuckle before hanging up. Maybe this town has hookers... Or women of 'loose morals'.]