#fmt!scpt

( * she moves through the pleasant white masses of snow with a quiet hum, having a bit of fun kicking the snow along as she walks— how far would it go this time? kick. how about this time? kick. how about this time? a small grin in the face of a simple distraction, a moment framed by white; one that’s turned right over by the sound of an all too familiar voice; the aerokinetic twists around immediately, eyes wide, indignant—there was no fucking way. ) UNNI! ( * she’s quick to scoop up the loose snow at her feet an throw it at the woman, repeating herself ) UNNI! ( * flings even more )

( * routine provides a false sense of security that she’s far too eager to indulge in; dig, fold and settle on the respective pile—these are the steps she finds a step in for now, paying enough attention to not think, but not enough to notice anything in particular.  it’s not surprise that she doesn’t make notice of the door opening, obviously somewhere else, but the arms around her head are; she raises the arm that clings onto a pair of socks, only dropping it when she catches the glimpse of a familiar sleeve, a jarred laugh dropping from her mouth ) yah. ( * the gesture makes her want to cry, but there’s no point in that, so she simply leans the slightest bit, teasing— )  wow hanana… we can’t tell unni about this… ( * — words that would’ve sounded better if they didn’t ride on rattled breath, if they hadn’t cracked at the end )

( * a chirp, confused as her clothes and the trays in her hands fall to the ground— a shrill shriek parts from the girl, now a cockatiel as she catches herself mid fall, swooping to the great outdoors ) !!! ( * unfortunately, what she mistakes for the outside is actually a window—she hits the structure with a resounding bang )

i think i’m very good right here, thank you! ( * offers a wee, sweet smile ) though, i wouldn’t mind getting home— sunday nights are so sleepy in this joint! ( * makes a face, before her eyes widen and her voice drops to a hush ) don’t tell my boss i said that though, it’ll be discouraging for them. ( * >: )