[twenty one] [video] It never would have worked out between us.

[goodgrasshopper]

[Molly is cleaning up her room, getting rid of the detritus from the Admiral's creepy attentions.  Mouse is sitting on her bed with a basket that contains a mix CD, a bottle of champagne, and a ton of smiley face cookies.  She's sweeping up flower petals and putting candles away.  She glances at the camera.]

You're right.  It would never have worked out for us.  But it was sweet--in a creepy way--while it lasted.  Thanks for the memories.

...Anyone want to help me eat these cookies?

Comments

[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

Are they any good?

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

...there are cookies?

[goodgrasshopper]

One of my creepy secret admirer gifts from the Admiral. Still--they're pretty good. There are just... a lot of them. I'm pretty sure I can't eat them all myself before they go bad or stale or something.

[goodgrasshopper]

They're not bad! Sugar cookies with yellow sugar smiley faces on top.

[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

If you want help eating sugar cookies, I am just the man for you.

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Man, he didn't give me cookies. Just breakfast, which was awesome, followed by a mixtape and some seriously creepy notes.

Anyway, if you need help eating a lot of cookies, I'm your guy.

[goodgrasshopper]

I got breakfast, flowers, cookies, creepy notes... All kinds of weird and creepy stuff. Like lingerie.

But I'm totally happy to share the cookies.

[goodgrasshopper]

I have plenty, so I'm totally willing to share!

[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

Where should I meet you? I can be there in thirty seconds or less.

[goodgrasshopper]

Thirty seconds? Really? Good thing I'm decent. I'm on level seven.

[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

Be there before you know it.

[ And in approximately thirty seconds (he tried extra hard to make it in time, just for her) he's knocking on her door. ]

[SPAM]

[goodgrasshopper]

[Wow. That really was fast. Molly opens the door, raising an eyebrow a little.] Come on in. I hope you don't mind dogs.

[Mouse, the woolly Chammoth, approaches, looking... large. And reasonably friendly for an enormous dog.]

[SPAM]

[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

[ Well now Wally has to get down on his knee and greet the behemoth properly: with lots of petting. ]

What's his name?

[cisskabob]

Cookies, you say?

[SPAM]

[goodgrasshopper]

[D'aww. Cute.]

Mouse, actually. Believe it or not, he was a very tiny puppy.

[goodgrasshopper]

Cookies, I say! Lots of cookies, Cissie.

I'm pretty sure I'm his favorite.

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Wow, clearly he likes you better than me.

Awesome. Where should I meet you?

[SPAM]

[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

[ He laughs, mostly just trying to avoid the inevitable tongue in his face now. ]

Cute. Nice to meet you, Mouse.

[goodgrasshopper]

[grin] I'm pretty sure I'm his favorite.

I'm in my room right now, but I can meet you somewhere else if you want!

[SPAM]

[goodgrasshopper]

[Molly grins. It's always nice to see people being friendly with her dog/babysitter.]

So--I don't think we've officially met. I'm Molly, by the way.

[SPAM]

[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

[ He gives her a winning smile that for once, isn't at all lascivious. ]

Wally. Wally West.

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

No, that's fine with me if it's fine with you. Mind if my dog tags along? He could use the exercise.

[SPAM]

[goodgrasshopper]

Nice to meet you, Wally West. [She hands him a smiley face cookie from the basket.] I am happy to share my cookie bounty with you.

[goodgrasshopper]

Not at all. Mouse needs some friends his own age. [grin]

[ihavettk.livejournal.com]

Cool, I'll be right over.

[And now he is getting Krypto and flying to... oh, wait. He grabs his communicator again.]

Uh, where's your room?