would like help, yes.. Nikolaas has her soaked. BT

completely soaked and sitting in the bath tub, scrubbing down the overly excited dog who keeps shaking out his fur every-

-other second. BT

squeaks when Nikolaas starts barking and jumping excitedly and she falls over into the water. .. BT Great. She moves to get up instantly-

-groaning in irritation.

smooths her wet hair back, pouting as she stepped over the tub. "Towel, please."

- "I know." She mumbles, wiping her face with the towel before drying off her hair a bit. "He's pretty much done.."

sighs softly. "Silly dog... He's as stubborn as you."

- "... Please."

- "Please as in, please you so ARE stubborn. Dork."

grins. "You are."

- "Don't abandon me..." T__T

shakes her head. "No..."

- "Keep me company, silly."

- "I'm all wet..."

pouts and waddles out of the bathroom. Ew. She didn't like feeling wet. "Oh, yes, sister. I'll get your clothes for you." She mumbled.

- "Merci~" Smiling, she shooed him a little.

kicks Nikolaas out of the bathroom too -the dog- before closing the door and getting into the bath tub once more.

takes a quick shower before climbing back out of the tub, wrapped up in a towel.

- "If you call me wrapped up in a towel decent, then yes." :3

takes them. "Thanks." She closes the door carefully again before changing.

eventually steps out of the bathroom in a neat dress and dark tights. She felt like such a child. "Done~"

- "Hush. I look like a baby." She runs her hands through her slightly damp hair, brushing past him. "Where's my dog?"

huffs. "He better not be outside..." She grumbles, hurrying to the stairs. If that dog was dirty, there would be hell to pay. BT

carefully climbs downstairs. "Hm.." BT

stairs... Hates them so much right now.

.... frowns. "Show off."

whines. "Nikolaas.." BT

- "You're rubbing your tallness in my face."

rolls her eyes. "I'm... smarter than you."

huffs. "Put me down, jerk."

scowls a little. "Why wouldn't you want to?"

blushes a bit. "... Well..." >////> Geez.

looks away. "nothing.."

(I'm listening to all the 90's pop music that I possible can right now.. I don't even know..)

(I've got Hit me baby one more time on repeat. XD God... I can't stop.)

- ".. So.. Down~?"

hides her face against the side of his neck a bit. "Why?"

peeks up. Chocolate~? :3

takes it, smiling happily. "Dank u~" >w<

nibbles on one end of it, having to use both hands. She's a very happy nation right now.

holds a piece up to his lips. "Want some~?"

a little guilty. "I can share~"

hums. "Kay." She sucks on one of the corners distractedly. Nikolaas seemed to be trying to burrow into the couch cushions in the living room

.*

- "What, the dog?"

hums. "Si.." She hadn't realized that she had used Italian. "Mmh. He's a goofball."

looks up at him briefly before she walks over to the rocking chair and climbing in, just watching the dog.

why he should... She likes having him around.

... says the dog is going nuts on the couch.. He doesn't need to worry about the dog right now.

the dog knows better than to tear the cushions. So, it's fine. He's just basking in the cushiony glory..

does. But it's Belgian beer. None of broer's icky stuff~

focusing on her chocolate..

- "Thanks for your help, broer."

hums.

it's not terrible at all. ~__~

so~ Her beer was amazing.

=w= ~

chocolate all over her lips... >>;

looks confused for a moment. .. She scowls a little, taking a huge chunk out of the chocolate. "Can't help it that my mouth's too small."

- "But you always roll your eyes. Jerk.." BT

huffs. "Not.."

nips at his fingers.

swats at his hand. "No flicking." BT

- "No rolling your eyes either!" OH! BT

huffs. "I could if I were a few feet taller..." BT

... climbs off the rocking chair and trails after him.

tackles him from behind.... ish. She's mostly just clinging to his back now... Clearly she was lacking in strength now. ~__~

climbs up higher, climbing onto his shoulders and messing up his hair. "Ha!"

messes it up more.

giggles. "I'm getting back at you!"

- "It's all I can do at the moment~" =w=

tries to mess up his hair again. >w<

tries to tug them free, pouting. "Let go.."

whines softly, trying to get free. "That's not fair.."

- "You're just normal size right now you jerk."

bites him.

smirks. "It's called winning."

- "It's called strategy..."

- "Please don't 'whatever' me, Nikolaas. It's really irritating." Oh, she hated that word.

's face turns red in irritation. "Stop it!" BT

makes a very frustrated sound before heading out to the backyard.

climbs up into her tree house. BT

annoyed with him. He's being a jerk.

peeks down at him from one of the windows.

glares a little, seeing as only her eyes and the top of her head were visible. BT

huffs. "What do you want?"

- "Go away then.

"*

pouts. "'cause you're being mean."

- "You say that, but you keep rolling your eyes at me."

closes the little wooden window f the tree house.

of*)

why he's just standing there.

it's only in this condition because it's cold! BT Gosh

watches him.

.... carefully makes her way down from the tree house.

sidles up to stand beside him, watching.

blinks, slightly startled out of her thoughts. "Hey..."

nods. "I know."

- "I was curious as to what you were doing."

- "It's almost winter."

- "And what's the point?"

hums. "I didn't know that.." She smiles a little.

glances at him, stretching on her tip-toes in order to pat dirt off of his coat. "... I'll keep that in mind."

follows. "Yeah, you look..." She giggled, trailing off.

- "Just a lot of sundresses, broer~" She giggles. "I'll go look in the attic." She waved him off before heading upstairs.

it's a long trip up the stairs. BT

CAN DO IT HERSELF. BT

eventually makes it upstairs. And then heads down the hall and up to the attic. >>;

he should just take his stupid shower and by the time she comes down she'll have his clothes ready. BT Gosh.

looks through the attic.

glad he's comfy while she's battling dust and spider webs. ><; Nuuu.

didn't need his help. ~__~

doesn't.

she enjoyed himself.

.... he* >> )

eventually made it back down, carrying a pair of pants, a shirt and coat. It was the outfit of his that she had altered when she-

-had become male. Hopefully... it fit him. >>;

knocks on the door.

- "Almost done?"

sets the clothes down and heads into her room to wait.

really hopes they fit.

its okay as long as they fit. >w<

drawing in her room.

- "Welcome, broer."

just doodling really. It's an old fashioned porcelain doll with victorian style clothing.