My Candle!

We're living the life We're doing it right You're never gonna be unsatisfied If you wanna dance If you want it all You know I'm the girl that you should call

[flickering-lights-callie]

[please publish] There is a fork in the path that leads to two different rooms: the unmistakable sound of chainsaws and shrieks of terror can be heard from the door to the right, and complete and utter silence can be heard from the left. Which do you choose?

What exactly pursued Callie to come down to the cellar and play along with these stupid Halloween shenanigans? Hello! They’re stupid Halloween shenanigans, who wouldn’t want to participate in something like that? Her big brown eyes darted between the two doors that were in front of her, and she swallowed down any fears of hers that could surface before grabbing the doorknob to the room on the left. Carefully stepping in, her brows furrowed and chills went up her spine as she continued to navigate the rather dark room.

[flickering-lights-callie]

"So for Halloween, I was going to go as a princess. But I have been that for the last seven years, do you got any suggestions?"

[damnedprouvaire]

  I was being courteous.

[flickering-lights-callie]

Well it's the thought that counts.

[damnedprouvaire]

  Good good, cause I was going to take them anyway. 

[flickering-lights-callie]

Well then there was no point in asking!

[damnedprouvaire]

  Toulouse nodded his head at her action before reaching for another cupcake. Can I take the rest of these cupcakes to my dorm so I can eat them for breakfast without walking to the kitchen.

[flickering-lights-callie]

I don't mind, you can take them. Only gives me a reason to make more.

[damnedprouvaire]

  Alright.

Toulouse said as he took another bite out of the cupcake.

[flickering-lights-callie]

Good, at least we got that settled She jumps up on the counter, grabbing a cupcake for herself

[damnedprouvaire]

  Not yet, we aren’t to that level yet.

[flickering-lights-callie]

She wrinkles her nose and sighs Alright alright. But you have to tell me sooner or later, birthdays are important.

[damnedprouvaire]

  Mine is red velvet with cream cheese frosting.

[flickering-lights-callie]

Oh! When's your birthday, I need that vital information Sir.

[damnedprouvaire]

  Mmmm..buttercream and cream cheese frosting are the best.

[flickering-lights-callie]

I like cream cheese frosting on carrot cake, that's like my favorite!

[damnedprouvaire]

  It definitely would. Toulouse reaches over and grabs a cupcake, licking off the icing before taking a big bite. Oh nice, this is a good cupcake. What even is this batter, Vanilla? Marble? I don’t even know.

[flickering-lights-callie]

It's Vanilla! The frosting is buttercream though. Which I think is legit the best kind of frosting you could have.

[nextgenkatie]

  It’s fine, I know it’s not for everyone. I’ve had to start to restrain myself from going on rants about the importance of classic literature. It’s not a very good way to make friends. Although there is a lot to be learned from some of the stories, not to mention the writing is so beautiful… Sorry, sorry, I said I wouldn’t go on a tirade. Magazines are nice, although I’m not really a fan of the way some of them make women feel inferior to one and other.

[flickering-lights-callie]

I mean your allowed to like whatever you like. Who knows, my friends have changed my mind before on lots of things. They made up good enough points. You just have to find some good ways to persuade people into listening in to what you have to say. I really read it for the fashion advice and some home cooking magazines because god knows I need to brush up on that.

[damnedprouvaire]

  Is there chocolate play dough? He said as he finished off his second brownie. They were good, not the best brownie he’d ever had but good!. They must not have taste buds.

[flickering-lights-callie]

I don't know, if there is though. It would completely ruin the idea that it's fun to play with not to eat. Chocolate play dough would be consumed by kids across the world. I assume. She shrugs Or maybe yours are just different then there's.

[damnedprouvaire]

  Yup, my gag reflex is non-existent. Toulouse shrugged and took a brownie from her platter. He took a bite and nodded his head. Whoever said these taste like play dough have never tasted play dough, cause this tastes like chocolate to me.

[flickering-lights-callie]

Does it taste like chocolate play dough? She chuckled, taking one to try for herself. Okay yeah didn't taste half bad. That surprised her. Okay so that person lied, these kind of taste how they were supposed too.

[nextgenkatie]

  …It could be that book. Although I, personally, didn’t find it boring.

[flickering-lights-callie]

Oh! I didn't mean to like offend you or anything, that's just not my type of literature. I'm more into magazines and stuff.

[damnedprouvaire]

  I don’t throw up! He exclaimed as he keep walking.

[flickering-lights-callie]

Oh woah seriously. Then I guess you can swallow down my attempt at baking. Making it to the kitchen, she opens the fridge and pulls out the platter of brownies and the platter of cupcakes Help yourself!

[damnedprouvaire]

  Let’s gooooo.

Toulouse pointed into the direction of the kitchen and started to walk.

[flickering-lights-callie]

Callie casually follows close behind him Alright then eager beaver but try not to kill me if you puke tonight. I warned you.

[nextgenkatie]

  I’m going as Jane Eyre. I already had a similar dress to the time period, and I’ve just modified it a bit. Now I’m making a nice bonnet to go with it.

[flickering-lights-callie]

Jane Eyre? Like from that boring book I was forced to read in seventh grade? That girl?