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thinkoutsidethebox) wrote2012-06-22 10:27 pm
thinkoutsidethebox) wrote2012-06-22 10:27 pm
EP8 Tea Party
"Owowowowowow, you suck! Can't you be less clumsy with that needle?!"
".....Shut up. If you don't want it sewn by hand, I'll use a sewing machine."
"No! No machines! I want you to do it by hand! So please, just a bit more gently..... owow!"
"It'll get better if you spit on it."
"Gyah!! Don't just start licking me all of a sudden!"
"Hmm, I think this needle should be thick enough. This'll hurt like hell, so you'd better close your eyes. 5, 4, 3, 2-"
"D, don't say that right before you start!! Gyaaah, gyaaaahhh!!"
But despite all this, the two of them truly were close.
Though Lambdadelta had been brutally dismembered in the final fight, she had survived. But, unfortunately, she was still dismembered, So, Bernkastel was sewing her arms and head back on with a needle and thread.
The left arm, which was still waiting to be reattached, walked around on the bed impatiently with its index and middle fingers.
Only the arms were left to do, so it looked like this would be finished soon.
Then, Erika returned, slamming the door open. "I'm home, my master!! I bought some sesame salt!!"
".....Why sesame salt? You aren't planning to put it in tea, are you...?"
"It's Erika's toy. .....Erika, did you bring your chopsticks?"
"Yes, my master!! Great detectives have their magnifying glasses! Furudo Erika has her chopsticks."
"Are you ready? Pour out that sesame salt and use those chopsticks to separate the sesame seeds from the salt."
"Yes, my master!! Please watch my fantastic chopstick-wielding skills!!"
"Yes, good luck. ....When you're done, make sure you put everything back in the bag."
"..........Are you still bullying her like that?"
"How rude. I'm playing with her. ......Ah, yes, Erika. The mailman just came by with a letter addressed to you."
"A letter?! I sense a crime calling to me. Don't tell me, I'll guess who sent it!"
"........The postmark is from Heaven. It's probably from Dlanor or someone. I'm surprised you're still in touch. .......Just by the presence of this postmark, see how far Bernkastel's reasoning has taken her."
"Hey!! You can't do that, my master! Van Dine's 9th! It is forbidden to have multiple detectives!"
"......Then you'd better get out. So long, Great Detective Erika."
"My master, how could you?!! I'm Erika, Witch of Truth!"
".....I still can't tell you you two like each other or hate each other."
"Of course we hate each other. You're the only one I love."
"H, how could you, my master!! Lady Lambdadelta! It looks like there's not enough room for the two of us!"
"Are you serious? ....Are you challenging the great Lambdadelta?"
Erika grinned and grabbed Lambdadelta's left arm that was walking around the bed.
"Here is Lady Lambdadelta's arm. And here is the sliced-open end of her arm."
Erika grinned and wiggled her fingers menacingly.
"Wait. .....you aren't thinking........"
"Let's see if my rival can handle this."
"Gyah, gyahhahahahahah, ahhyahahaha, stoppit that tickles!!"
......She tickled the inside of Lambdadelta's left arm. Apparently, she was extremely ticklish there.
Incidentally, the open end of Lambdadelta's arm had cute, fluffy, white cotton candy poking out. Apparently, her body was made out of sweet candy, with a bit of spice thrown in.
Put your mind at ease, as there is nothing remotely terrifying about this scene.
Erika ran around, screaming, 'I've defeated Lady Lambdadelta all by myself, just like my master!'. Lambdadelta growled and hissed at her. Bernkastel kept on sewing, an exasperated look on her face.
It was a very peaceful scene...
".....Shut up. If you don't want it sewn by hand, I'll use a sewing machine."
"No! No machines! I want you to do it by hand! So please, just a bit more gently..... owow!"
"It'll get better if you spit on it."
"Gyah!! Don't just start licking me all of a sudden!"
"Hmm, I think this needle should be thick enough. This'll hurt like hell, so you'd better close your eyes. 5, 4, 3, 2-"
"D, don't say that right before you start!! Gyaaah, gyaaaahhh!!"
But despite all this, the two of them truly were close.
Though Lambdadelta had been brutally dismembered in the final fight, she had survived. But, unfortunately, she was still dismembered, So, Bernkastel was sewing her arms and head back on with a needle and thread.
The left arm, which was still waiting to be reattached, walked around on the bed impatiently with its index and middle fingers.
Only the arms were left to do, so it looked like this would be finished soon.
Then, Erika returned, slamming the door open. "I'm home, my master!! I bought some sesame salt!!"
".....Why sesame salt? You aren't planning to put it in tea, are you...?"
"It's Erika's toy. .....Erika, did you bring your chopsticks?"
"Yes, my master!! Great detectives have their magnifying glasses! Furudo Erika has her chopsticks."
"Are you ready? Pour out that sesame salt and use those chopsticks to separate the sesame seeds from the salt."
"Yes, my master!! Please watch my fantastic chopstick-wielding skills!!"
"Yes, good luck. ....When you're done, make sure you put everything back in the bag."
"..........Are you still bullying her like that?"
"How rude. I'm playing with her. ......Ah, yes, Erika. The mailman just came by with a letter addressed to you."
"A letter?! I sense a crime calling to me. Don't tell me, I'll guess who sent it!"
"........The postmark is from Heaven. It's probably from Dlanor or someone. I'm surprised you're still in touch. .......Just by the presence of this postmark, see how far Bernkastel's reasoning has taken her."
"Hey!! You can't do that, my master! Van Dine's 9th! It is forbidden to have multiple detectives!"
"......Then you'd better get out. So long, Great Detective Erika."
"My master, how could you?!! I'm Erika, Witch of Truth!"
".....I still can't tell you you two like each other or hate each other."
"Of course we hate each other. You're the only one I love."
"H, how could you, my master!! Lady Lambdadelta! It looks like there's not enough room for the two of us!"
"Are you serious? ....Are you challenging the great Lambdadelta?"
Erika grinned and grabbed Lambdadelta's left arm that was walking around the bed.
"Here is Lady Lambdadelta's arm. And here is the sliced-open end of her arm."
Erika grinned and wiggled her fingers menacingly.
"Wait. .....you aren't thinking........"
"Let's see if my rival can handle this."
"Gyah, gyahhahahahahah, ahhyahahaha, stoppit that tickles!!"
......She tickled the inside of Lambdadelta's left arm. Apparently, she was extremely ticklish there.
Incidentally, the open end of Lambdadelta's arm had cute, fluffy, white cotton candy poking out. Apparently, her body was made out of sweet candy, with a bit of spice thrown in.
Put your mind at ease, as there is nothing remotely terrifying about this scene.
Erika ran around, screaming, 'I've defeated Lady Lambdadelta all by myself, just like my master!'. Lambdadelta growled and hissed at her. Bernkastel kept on sewing, an exasperated look on her face.
It was a very peaceful scene...