[ Monika does her best not to take ages with cleaning up, but having to rewash her hair slows her down significantly. Patching up her cut added even more time. The job she does on that is meticulous and neat on the surface, but it's lacking in skill otherwise. She used way too much gauze and tape, but...that cut's good and covered! Nothing's getting in there!
Maybe now that it's covered, she can't keep thinking of how crazy it was to do that. How in the world is Soundwave still willing to be around her, especially after she did everything in her power to hurt him in multiple ways? Friends shouldn't do any of what they did or say any of what they did. It shouldn't have made her so happy. Most of all, can they keep calling each other friends...?
No. Happy thoughts only! Happy, friendly thoughts! Besides, if she's crazy, so is he for allowing it. Therefore, there's no need to worry!
Once she's finally done, wrapped up in a fresh, fluffy robe and hair braided up, she makes a stop past her writing desk and reading nook to grab some notebooks, about five or so. That'd give her plenty of material to choose from. Really, it's more than enough, considering each notebook is packed full of poems, random stanzas and thoughts, ideas, memories...she could keep him occupied for days with everything she's written. She just had to be willing to share it.
And boy, is he in for a shock once she enters her room and sees him there in his full metal glory--there aren't any screams at all! She merely stumbles, squeaks a little noise of surprise, then makes a face at him. How can he be so quiet at his size? She figured he hadn't taken her up on the offer because she didn't hear any loud metal footsteps. And yet! ]
Hi, jerk. [ What a greeting. She moves past him to flop onto the bed. ] You could've let me know you were here!
[ At least she's none the wiser about his secret acts of sweetness. Her notebooks are set on one of her bedside tables, then she pulls over the picnic basket she grabbed on the way in, too. She's worked up one heck of an appetite on top of being thirsty. For liquids, thank you. Not him! ]
So~ Did you do anything naughty while I was in there?
[ She snickers around a cookie. You can't fool her! He probably hugged every pillow of hers! ]
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Maybe now that it's covered, she can't keep thinking of how crazy it was to do that. How in the world is Soundwave still willing to be around her, especially after she did everything in her power to hurt him in multiple ways? Friends shouldn't do any of what they did or say any of what they did. It shouldn't have made her so happy. Most of all, can they keep calling each other friends...?
No. Happy thoughts only! Happy, friendly thoughts! Besides, if she's crazy, so is he for allowing it. Therefore, there's no need to worry!
Once she's finally done, wrapped up in a fresh, fluffy robe and hair braided up, she makes a stop past her writing desk and reading nook to grab some notebooks, about five or so. That'd give her plenty of material to choose from. Really, it's more than enough, considering each notebook is packed full of poems, random stanzas and thoughts, ideas, memories...she could keep him occupied for days with everything she's written. She just had to be willing to share it.
And boy, is he in for a shock once she enters her room and sees him there in his full metal glory--there aren't any screams at all! She merely stumbles, squeaks a little noise of surprise, then makes a face at him. How can he be so quiet at his size? She figured he hadn't taken her up on the offer because she didn't hear any loud metal footsteps. And yet! ]
Hi, jerk. [ What a greeting. She moves past him to flop onto the bed. ] You could've let me know you were here!
[ At least she's none the wiser about his secret acts of sweetness. Her notebooks are set on one of her bedside tables, then she pulls over the picnic basket she grabbed on the way in, too. She's worked up one heck of an appetite on top of being thirsty. For liquids, thank you. Not him! ]
So~ Did you do anything naughty while I was in there?
[ She snickers around a cookie. You can't fool her! He probably hugged every pillow of hers! ]