[He'd been busy grading a small quiz from his students all afternoon, and today he decided to take a well-earned stretch. It was Sunday, certainly, but a teacher's work is never done it seemed...
...But he'd been so distracted that he did not hear the light footsteps of the witch arriving home. It was harder to tell when your house was a baked good... a delicious-smelling baked good, but still a baked good.
Slender arms wound around his middle and he froze, wondering how on earth he'd been caught off guard. But what followed was the overwhelming scent of chocolate. When he looked down, saw cocoa-sodden arms, his entire body went stiff and his face was unmasked horror. THE STAAAAAAAINS]
[She was teasing but from the way he froze and exclaimed, she didn't really expect it. And especially not from what she saw of his profile as she peeked around his shoulder, her chocolatey hair leaving more stains on his sleeves. She had to stifle a giggle at his dismay. Now he would know what it was like the time he came home covered in mud and proceeded to give her a hug.]
And no it's not. I reckon chocolate is better than mud anyway even if I'd rather eat it than have it come raining down on me.
Is that so? I thought you'd be expecting me home around now.
[Perhaps, she was having a bit too much fun making him squirm. Did he dislike dirty clothes that much? She wouldn't have guessed from the time he left mud all over her! One arm still looped around his waist, she reached up to rub his collar between her fingers, getting more of the sticky candy on it and leaving smudges on his chin too.]
It'll take some work but if you wash it properly, it should. You'll need to avoid heat since it can set the stains...
[Still not letting go of him, she pivoted around to face him, raising an eyebrow. What was he going to do? Dump a bag of flour on her and make her look like a ghost?]
Even? Maybe. But if you're thinking of making even more mischief, I reckon I shouldn't go easy on you.
[She reached up and pulled on his ear, leaving more candy smudges on the side of his face. She was still teasing but clearly, they were both going to need a bath after this...]
[And there's the ear, dabbed in chocolate and now that he's in a way submitted to his fate to be stained in the stuff, he just can't even act cross anymore.]
Hmhm... And I bet deep down you're pleased as punch that there is no chocolate shortage to be had. Alas, I think a very dire trip to the wash is on the immediate agenda instead.
Not that pleased. It seems more like torture with all this delicious smelling chocolate that you're afraid to eat. [Because the Landlord had a history of playing tricks with sweets. She might have been tempted to kiss those smudges off his face otherwise.]
[She laughed again.] But I reckon you're right about a bath. I hope the soap and shampoo didn't turn to candy too. [Or they were going to be in a very sticky situation!]
Ah, yes... edibles from the landlord are usually suspect. Yet I cannot help but notice no alert over the network over ill effects; simply stomachaches from the overindulging youth. Some of my students have gone absent thanks to this, but if they think they're dodging the quiz coming to them soon they've another thing coming!
[He smirked.] They say chocolate is good for the skin, but I could do without a day spent sticky.
Land sakes! Some folks are just reckless, aren't they? Eating candy that falls out of the sky. [She shook her head, hoping some of his students had better sense at least.] Even if it's just a stomachache, that's something I can do without.
Me too. We should go get cleaned up before we end up stuck together. [And she finally let go, reaching up to push back some sticky brown locks. She hoped she could get all the chocolate out of her hair!] But I guess the next question is who gets the tub first?
[Even if he has seen quite a bit of her before, she's still a bit shy about such things. She also has the feeling that if she takes him up on his offer, they might need another shower afterwards anyway...]
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...But he'd been so distracted that he did not hear the light footsteps of the witch arriving home. It was harder to tell when your house was a baked good... a delicious-smelling baked good, but still a baked good.
Slender arms wound around his middle and he froze, wondering how on earth he'd been caught off guard. But what followed was the overwhelming scent of chocolate. When he looked down, saw cocoa-sodden arms, his entire body went stiff and his face was unmasked horror. THE STAAAAAAAINS]
That... is not mud, is it!?
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[She was teasing but from the way he froze and exclaimed, she didn't really expect it. And especially not from what she saw of his profile as she peeked around his shoulder, her chocolatey hair leaving more stains on his sleeves. She had to stifle a giggle at his dismay. Now he would know what it was like the time he came home covered in mud and proceeded to give her a hug.]
And no it's not. I reckon chocolate is better than mud anyway even if I'd rather eat it than have it come raining down on me.
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[But his voice was NOT even. He is trying his best not to shriek and lose the little bit of respect he'd managed to earn.]
I'd- I'd done so well to avoid the rain of candy...! It washes out, correct?
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[Perhaps, she was having a bit too much fun making him squirm. Did he dislike dirty clothes that much? She wouldn't have guessed from the time he left mud all over her! One arm still looped around his waist, she reached up to rub his collar between her fingers, getting more of the sticky candy on it and leaving smudges on his chin too.]
It'll take some work but if you wash it properly, it should. You'll need to avoid heat since it can set the stains...
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[Woman, you never give hugs.]
A-a cold wash... of course.
[A pause.]
...This was for the mud, wasn't it?
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[No, she usually didn't, not being much of a hugger.]
And soaking it before hand too.
[But that was exactly it and with a laugh she admitted...]
Dag nab it! You caught me. I thought you should have a taste of your own medicine for that time with the mud.
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Well, I suppose we're even then, aren't we? Or perhaps I ought up the ante a little...?
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Even? Maybe. But if you're thinking of making even more mischief, I reckon I shouldn't go easy on you.
[She reached up and pulled on his ear, leaving more candy smudges on the side of his face. She was still teasing but clearly, they were both going to need a bath after this...]
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[And there's the ear, dabbed in chocolate and now that he's in a way submitted to his fate to be stained in the stuff, he just can't even act cross anymore.]
Hmhm... And I bet deep down you're pleased as punch that there is no chocolate shortage to be had. Alas, I think a very dire trip to the wash is on the immediate agenda instead.
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[She laughed again.] But I reckon you're right about a bath. I hope the soap and shampoo didn't turn to candy too. [Or they were going to be in a very sticky situation!]
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[He smirked.] They say chocolate is good for the skin, but I could do without a day spent sticky.
Shall we check?
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Me too. We should go get cleaned up before we end up stuck together. [And she finally let go, reaching up to push back some sticky brown locks. She hoped she could get all the chocolate out of her hair!] But I guess the next question is who gets the tub first?
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Does that mean you're offering to help scrub my back?
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...Maybe, you'd like to demonstrate?
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With pleasure, Miss Ivory.
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[Not that she thought he'd mind that but they couldn't really think of doing that until they were both far less sticky...]