Sunlight Dripping

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy walked her new found wife all the way to the classrooms. When she'd explained it, she'd called it a tactical detour to the dorms. Because there was no way this chick was about to let Lucy anywhere near a kitchen.

But right when they'd just about breezed past the Home Ec door, Lucy detoured and turned, dragging this girl in with her.

"Right, love!" She called out, untangling her arm from her partner's shoulders and taking necessary steps forward, "We need milk. Couldja get me some?"

She crossed the distance between the door and one of the counters quickly, never letting go of the baby tucked into the nook of her arm as she swung the cabinets open. "Where the bloody hell do they keep half the shit you need in here?" She asked, herself mostly. But she asked allowed. Maybe Carleigh wanted to be helpful.

"Aye, y'want some ground rules to this marriage?" She asked, raising her eyebrows and glancing back at her. Lucy pointed towards her with her free hand, "You're on overnight duty." And with a turn of her wrist, she pointed back to herself; "I've got shit to do at night."

[Carleigh Davidson]

Carleigh followed Lucy, a little bit hesitantly. She was kind of concerned... for the flour baby. Lucy seemed like an alright girl outside of group assignments. But caring for a flour baby with the older meta? It made Carleigh feel uneasy about the 'tactical detour.'

But, the blonde let the older girl lead the way. Everyone deserved a chance afterall, right? She felt Lucy drag her into a classroom, blinking at the surroundings. It didn't take long for her to realize where the two had ended up.

"Woah woah woah!" Carleigh exclaimed, a worried look on her face. She frantically followed Lucy, reaching her arms our for the bag of flour. "No.. no no no." She looked at the girl like she was crazy. Lucy might as well be! "I don't know about you, but I would like to pass this assignment." Carleigh had never failed an assignment before (tests were a different story) and she didn't want to start now! Her eyes locked on the flour bag, hoping that Lucy wasn't going to do anything careless.

"And I don't know, I never took Home Ec." Carleigh said, wrinkling her nose. Cooking? Not her thing. "So I don't know where the milk is... which is a good thing considering you're going to make us both fail!"

She raised an eyebrow at the mention of their 'marriage.' Well, if the two girls were wives might as well play out the entire thing like a bad comedy, right? Carleigh shrugged. "Yeah, yeah that's okay." she said, breathing a sigh of relief. Night duty meant the blonde could keep the bag of flour in her dorm and not fear of anything happening while she wasn't there. "Overnight duty is fine with me." she said with a nod. "My rule? No making... whatever you plan on making out of the flour... err, baby."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy instantly swung back when Carleigh reached for their beloved baby. She held it up high in the palm of her hand, back behind herself. There was no way she was getting to this baby - she'd sooner drop it than have that happen. At the concept of passing the subject, Lucy pursed her lips for a few moments, as if genuinely contemplating the idea. Until she shrugged; "If anyone asks, our baby's wicked special."

Bam. Handled.

"Never took Home Ec?" Lucy shouted back at her, mild disbelief in her tone as she swung the bag of flour back down into the nook of her arm. "Aren't you a lucky little shit?"

Her grin broadened instantly when this girl agreed to baby duty come nightfall. This was good; it meant she didn't have to keep an eye on the motionless thing when she was with Penny. And she wasn't going to have this chick randomly dropping by to check if Lucy'd destroyed the thing yet. She just hoped the idea was something her Brit'd thought up, too.

...Doubtful.

"Well, what do you expect me to do, bae? You never have dinner ready when I get home from work." The Australian replied, sarcasm clearly evident in her tone as she raised her eyebrows. She pressed her free hand to the top of the bag of flour, fingers threatening to open the bag. But she didn't, not yet; "Nup. That's not compromise. Doncha know relationships are all about compromise?"

[Carleigh Davidson]

It was at times like these that Carleigh cursed her short stature. If only she could reach a few more inches... her breath caught in her throat as she watched Lucy hold their baby up in the air. With her as one half of the couple, Carleigh didn't doubt that the baby would be... special. She wouldn't be surprised if she received the baby covered with tattoos by tomorrow, either.

She still felt a little uneasy, as Lucy swung the bag of flour around. Instinctively, he her hands twitched out... and it wasn't a mess on the ground. She sighed in relief, shrugging at her Home Ec comment. Wasn't one of her electives.

Overnight duty really wasn't a punishment for the blonde. Her insomnia meant she was awake most nights of the week and could keep an eye on the sack of flour in case anyone wanted to destroy it.

Frowning, Carleigh shook her head, frustrated and a little bit confused. Majorly confused, actually. She gasped, reaching her hands out again. "Please." she begged, willing to go down on her hands and knees if absolutely necessary. "Wifey you're tearing this family apart." she joked, hoping to maybe the lighten the mood and have the conversation not end with a stack of pancakes in front of them.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy frowned, too. The word please always made her just a touch uncomfortable. It was like begging, and begging sucked the fun out of situations. Most situations, anyway. There were always relevant exceptions.

She feigned sadness at the thought of their family falling apart. "They say never marry young, baby." The Australian replied, the warrier girl on her upper left arm grinning at the fact. She wanted to laugh, so much so that she did in her own silent way.

Lucy moved her hands, pressing them to either side of the flour sack settled on the table before her. She dropped her voice to a whisper; "I've been cheating on you wicked hard anyway." She admitted, raising her eyebrows at the fact. She lifted her hands again, this time patting the sack of flour over the top with a heavy hand. Idle bits of flour coughed out, but nothing to indicate it was really broken. "Why do you give a fuck anyway? Let me guess - never failed a bloody thing in your life, have you?"

[Carleigh Davidson]

Carleigh opened her mouth to say something, but her eyes landed on a tattoo on Lucy's left arm. She was covered, of course, in tattoos, but something in particular about this one stood out. It took a moment for her to realize that the facial expression had changed. "Oh woah, that's cool." she said, momentarily distracted. Carleigh pointed to the warrior girl with a smile. Funny how she didn't even question these sorts of thign anymore.

"Why doesn't this surprise me babe?" Carleigh said, feigning a pout. Then again, her and River were kind of an unknown. Might as well call it an open relationship or something. Her breath caught as the bit of flour dust came up, but Carleigh managed to calm the twitch in her hands. "...I've failed tests before." she admitted, though the blonde was sure Lucy didn't mean that. "But otherwise, no, no."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy glanced at the line of her sight when she first spoke. Naturally, it tended to go to something she wore - usually the lion. But as it seemed, his cool demeanour hadn't really shifted. She glanced down at the moving tattoo, watching the way its eyes glanced back up at her. "You like?" She asked Carleigh as she looked back over towards her again.

She couldn't help but enjoy the way this girl played along with her. It was the kind of thing that fuelled this sort of thing. It was always more fun when people played along. Then again, it was still hilarious when people like Penny were forced to deal with it regardless.

"Ohhh, you failed some tests. Aren't you a little fucking rebel." Lucy replied with a laugh, scooping the bag of flour into her arms again. "Fine. Maybe we'll see how we go, aye? But you owe me pancakes, bitch." She immediately pressed the bag between her hands, and in the same notion, she literally tossed the bag of flour towards her newly acquired wife. "Whenever I want, yeah?"

[Carleigh Davidson]

"Can't say I've ever seen something like that before." Carleigh commented, with no hint of judgement or anything of the sorts. She'd just never seen a moving tattoo before. "Do they all do that?" She asked, gesturing to Lucy's tattooed body with a broad wave of her hand.

Her cheeks turned red in response, doing her best to laugh off the situation and her embarrassment of coming across as a goody two shoes. "I... I would just rather not fail. Maybe we can try for a second and then each take a kid?" Then Lucy could do whatever she wanted with her flour baby and Carleigh could care for the actual assignment baby.

"Deal." Carleigh instantly answered. She would have to learn how to make pancakes first... maybe Oriel would teach her. Or someone in this Home Ec department. "Pancakes, whenever wherever." Somehow, Carleigh managed to catch the flour baby, as more dust flew off the bag from the impact. She breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that Lucy was going to be harder to handle than caring for the bag of flour.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Fuckin aye they do, sweet love." Lucy replied, glancing down at her arm again. As she unconsciously ran her fingers across the tattoos, it appeared as if her fingers literally brushed through the lion's mane. The lines moved like real tangible fur against her touch.

Lucy exhaled on a purposeful laugh when she joked about a second baby. "Fine, but you're doing the heavy lifting." She shot back, running her free hand over her jaw line, scratching an itch that seemed to irritate her suddenly.

It was a deal, though. One Lucy was going to hold her to, even if she didn't really seem to know how to make something so simple. Could she even kitchen? Lucy doubted it. "Damn, you make it sound so sexy." She laughed again, this time extending her hands out and giving her partner double thumbs up. Good catch, and all that.

"You got this for a bit. We'll take turns. We gotta hang out and shit, yeah?" She asked, trying to recall the specifics. "Can I read your journal when you write about me, love?"

[Carleigh Davidson]

Carleigh watched Lucy... woah, no way. It was so realistic, like the art on her skin were actually alive. She stared in stunned wonder, jaw slightly agape. "That's incredible." she murmured, still staring in a sort of trance.

"That's okay." Carleigh answered back, although she herself wasn't a fan of heavy lifting work. Couldn't they hire a nanny or something? Already, carrying one baby was a handful to juggle.

She gave Lucy a quick wink, chuckling in response. Yeah, the blonde would have to consult a cooking book or two.

Nodding, Carleigh took a moment to adjust the awkward bag in her arms. How had she even managed to catch it? Oh well, she'd take the luck. "Sounds good to me!" The change in Lucy's attitude towards the project relieved her immensely. "And yeah sure." Carleigh smiled at her newfound friend. "Yeah, hanging out sounds good. Where do you hang around on campus?" she asked. Carleigh simply shook her head, grinning. "But that's my best kept secret babe." She joked.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"I know." Lucy replied quickly. If there was one thing she did know, it was that her body's take on ink manipulation was different. Her tattoos practically lived on their own. Or rather, through her emotional reasoning. In short, she knew it was awesome.

Nevertheless, Lucy was quickly learning that Carleigh wasn't exactly what she seemed to be like. The way she winked and played along added to the whole situation perfectly. It was a relatively perfect match.

"Around campus? I dunno, I pretty much think every corner of this shithole is, well, shit." Lucy replied. It was no secret she harboured a lot of burning hatred for Hammel and its placement in general. It wasn't often that an Australian even got to go there over fucking Kocher in fucking Switzerland. "Dorm two-oh-two. Or the art room if y'can't find me there."

But the journal thing, that had her frowning. "Ah well, fuck it. I reckon you'll share in the end." Ways that included just sneaking a look at the damn thing if she ever left it lying around.

[Carleigh Davidson]

After another minute of staring in fascination, Carleigh focused her attention on Lucy's face rather than that of the tattoo. Had it not been for the project, the blonde doubted that she would have ever talked to Lucy, let alone hang around her. She was all for new friends though and welcomed the chance to hang out with her with a bright smile. "I'll keep that in mind." She beamed. 202 was easy to remember. She chose to ignore her initial comment, as Carleigh actually enjoyed coming to Hammel. The only better solution would be if she hadn't manifested a power at all.

As for herself, she frequented everywhere on campus, except for Lucy's dorm and the art room. Carleigh had no artistic abilities but figured meeting the other girl in a familiar environment would be the best. "I'll remember that then." She told her.

"Maybe." Carleigh answered vaguely. If it counted for marks, then sure. If not, then she would probably just keep the written secrets to herself.

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

The way she chose to smile wasn't lost on Lucy. Brightened features and all that. It was the kind of look Lucy rarely wore herself, and she had no real intention of doing so. Still, she felt her gaze shift to this girl's mouth briefly. Seemed genuine enough. Though from the little time she'd spent with her, Lucy already denoted she was the sunshine-y type.

"What, no exchange of details?" She asked, raising her eyebrows. Not that she minded if people knew where she lived, but it was the kind of thing to be shared.

Lucy took necessary steps towards her, briefly glancing at the door before she held her hands out towards the bag of flour. "Dear diary. Today my wife tried to cook our baby. I should really remember to feed her more often, but today I was too fucking lazy to be a good wife." Her eyebrows raised once, as if inviting her to comment on the concept of her own journal entries.

[Carleigh Davidson]

"Oh, right." Carleigh shook her head at her lapse of saying her own dorm room. "Room 401." Not that she frequented her dorm all too often, especially at night. Didn't want to disrupt her room mates. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling at Lucy. She liked the girl, and was glad that they were assigned together. Otherwise, who knows if they would have talked?

She clutched the bag of flour to her chest, shaking her head. "Dear Diary, I tried to cook the baby. I really wanted pancakes and my wife is sub par. Can I get a refund?" She joked from Lucy's perspective.

"Seriously though, I.. I think I'll hold onto the baby for now. If you really are hungry, then let me make something or take you out somewhere. Gotta treat my wife right."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

"Ah, chick's dorms." Lucy replied instantly. Just what she needed - another room number to visit on that floor.

Lucy stared back at her, watching the way she held it close as if Lucy were a danger to the new found child. Well, she figured she could understand that. Still, she crinkled her nose on instinct at the lack of trust. That was, until she grinned at the choice of words this girl had offered back to her. The way she played along with the joke, and all that.

And the Australian's attitude only seemed to grow more amused at her offer, her grin broadening. Rather than trying to sabotage a project she figured she'd inevitably fail, maybe it was worth jumping on the band wagon and being dragged to a passing mark.

Stepping forward, the ink manipulator pressed her hands to either side of Carleigh's face loosely. And a heartbeat later, she leaned in and kissed her shortly; simply.

"You're a bloody brilliant broad, aren't you?" She asked as she drew away, pulling her hands back without falter. Let her hold the thing if she wanted. "Though I dunno about your cooking. Can you even? Natural skill or something like that?"