my milkshake brings a mess to the yard [loki]

[Jophiel]

So Jophiel had a major problem with taking vacations. Really, she had traveled to Scotland, Korea, and now England in the matter of a few months. Whenever the school had breaks, she put on her teleportation jacket and zipped off to wherever she felt like. A regular high school counselor would not have the money for this stuff, especially not one from a poor Bronx school like herself. Whenever people asked about it, she said that when her parents had died, they left her a large amount of money that she used in addition to her wages. That's the only reason Jo got away with living in a nice Manhattan apartment too. But then everyone was constantly asking why she worked in a "crappy" and "ghetto" school like the one she was at. Honestly, those were the kids that needed her the most. 

Yeah yeah yeah, real life angel not just in title but in actions. Anyway, she had whisked away to the lovely city of London, England to explore the beauty that she heard about. And indeed, it was beautiful. The people there were really nice and they all seemed to have an odd obsession with floral print (not that Jo minded, it was very pretty and summery). However, the food was um...interesting. No, it was kind of gross. They all seemed to have an obsession with mayonnaise that Jophiel just didn't seem to get. Would you like mayo on your pizza? Would you like mayo on your salad? Jo didn't like mayonnaise in the first place, let alone in disgusting combinations like that. And also, caesar dressing didn't seem to exist anywhere. 

Anyway, the food wasn't the best. Or maybe it was and she was just so used to American food that she couldn't appreciate it. If she went to McDonalds, she wanted a greasy cheeseburger, not mozzarella sticks. Not that she ever ate there. Just in theory mozzarella sticks at McDonalds is wrong. You don't do it. End of story. So food seemed to completely fail until she reached a malt shop. Yes, a malt shop. It was in some random part of London that wasn't terribly crowded and quite frankly Jo had no idea how she gotten there, but it was an adorable little place. It was so stereotypically adorable, in fact. She walked in, and there was a friendly looking older man behind the counter (which held candies and trinkets). There was an impressive assortment of ice cream in the case and it looked handmade...

And oh my goodness, there were milkshakes. On the menu on the board behind him, it said milkshakes. Any flavor you wanted. And even combinations. It was slightly expensive but who wouldn't pay 6 pounds for a good milkshake? Jo walked up with more bounce in her step than was necessary and happily ordered a strawberry-chocolate-oreo milkshake (because why the heck not? where else could you get something like that?) and paid the ridiculous price. But gee, sipping out of that cup was like sipping out of heaven (whoops, made an angel joke, my bad). 

The angel walked out, feeling like the happiness girl in the world. She was in London, wearing an adorable outfit with a lovely pair of 5 inch wedges (that made her like an Amazonian but whatever), and was sipping the most delicious milkshake she had ever tasted. In fact, she couldn't drink it fast enough. Jo, like the proper lady she was (not), took the lid and straw right off and started drinking it like it was a pepsi. This was working quite well until Jo stepped on an uneven crack in the sidewalk and her wedge wasn't having any of that. Her ankle buckled and it trying to steady herself, her arms flew out instinctively. And when her arms flew out...well that milkshake went flying.

Onto someone's very nice crisp shirt. Oh no. Jo steadied herself quickly and slowly pushed up her sunglasses to survey the complete extent of the damage. Sunglasses off, she saw what was a very nice shirt covered in a pinkish-brown dotted ice cream goop. That milkshake didn't look so appealing now. "I'm so sorry." she said, as sincere as she could manage. She was one hundred percent ready to beg for forgiveness and was already thinking about how much money she had on her to buy him a new shirt. In this flurry in her mind, she didn't realize who she was talking to. "I'll buy you a new shirt, really. A nice one, just like that." she continued rambling, not being used to causing a situation that could make another person upset. Jo's job in the school and, well, the world was to spread kindness, not her milkshake over people's expensive shirts. 

[Loki Laufeyjarson]

WORD COUNT [ 488 ] MOOD [ amused and excited ] OUTFIT [ click! ] MUSIC [ Portal 2 soundtrack ] TAG [ Jophiel ] NOTES [ i am so so sorry this took as long as it did i feel absolutely horrible ]

The first thing Loki noticed what that there was milkshake all over his shirt. The second thing Loki noticed was that the woman who had so graciously put it there was probably one of the most adorable people he'd ever had the pleasure of meeting. He had been on the way to the very malt shop the angel had exited, bored and hungry and craving sweets like it was nobody's business. Christian was out with friends – he had so many friends he was almost always out with, it made Loki pout to feel so neglected – and Sigyn was in no mood to be around anyone, and he didn't blame her. After what she'd been put through, she deserved some time alone when she requested. So Loki had, again, set off on his lonesome, intending to drown his dull day in the sweet taste of as much expensive-as-hell icecream he could stuff down his throat. But then the woman had walked out of the shop, cap off her cup, and tripped right into him. Idly, not thinking about it, he wiped a bit of the goop off his shirt with his index finger and popped it into his mouth. The god thought about the taste for a moment, then nodded, seeming to approve of the flavor. Loki reached up, pulling off his sunglasses and resting them on the top of his head. The third thing Loki noticed was that he was standing in front of an angel, and a powerful one at that. Slowly, the trickster god's lips pulled up into that crooked grin of his, his eyes twinkling with a devious fire. This had suddenly gone from “minor annoyance” to “absolute barrel of fun”. The perfect thing to lift his spirits. “You know, it's so rare that you just run into archangels on the street,” he said, tilting his head like a fox. “You don't have to worry about the shirt, dear. I can take care of it myself.” To demonstrate, he waved his hand over the front of it, and the milkshake dissolved into thin air. The shirt looked as if it had never been touched. He grinned again. “In fact, it's my fault you spilled it in the first place, isn't it? Showing up in front of you like that when you were bound to trip.” He reached out, touching her upper arm. “Come, come, I'll buy you another one. And then we can chat.” Because he had spoken the truth. It was so rare that you run into archangels. It was even rare that you got to have some fun with them – and he wasn't going to let that opportunity pass him by. She seemed so flustered and upset by what she'd done, he just wasn't sure how long it would take her to register the fact that she was in the presence of a god. post template by Tony