#mechanicaldance

[redgentleengie]

Emelie had hit the jackpot in her shopping earlier and she rush in to scout out Jonathan to show off her find: a pink stained glass lantern! It’s on, and bright, and she all but shoves it in the man’s face.

"Oop-!"

Narrowly dodged a collision. [Hey, pretty lantern, pretty girl,] he signed.

[6am-saveme]

oh! There’s Michel! Her baby! Emelie approached like a puppy and petted his head in greeting.

Michael turned around with a frown when he heard footsteps approaching, but relaxed as soon as he saw his mother, bowing his head slightly so she could pat him on the head. It was getting harder the taller he grew.

Despite the grin on his face, Michael didn't look all that happy, blood dripping from his nose as he faced her. He had just gotten home from a fight (that he thankfully won), not at all expecting his mother to see him.

"Heya, mama..." He spoke quietly, but he raised his hands to mimic his words in sign language, just something he had picked up every time he 'spoke' with Emelie. It was comforting to have silent conversations sometimes, just two people signing to each other.

[five-nights-of-protagonists]

Emelie poked both of Michel’s cheeks. Boop!

Michael chuckled, trying and failing to glare playfully at his mother. "Mere!" He groaned before leaning into her and wrapping his arms around her comfortably.

[eternal-naptime]

”You certainly look busy today, Lune,” glamrock Ballora observed as a greeting. “Care for a few extra hands?”

"Children are quite the handful. I am quite used to it. But I wouldn't dream of stopping you from assisting me, my dear. It would be ever so appreciated."

Moon offered her a respectful, if dramatic bow.

[redgentleengie]

Emelie trotted up to Jonathon wrapped in a large blanket, which she captured him in! She further held him captive by wrapping her arms securely around him in a tight hug.

The man smiles as his friend comes to capture him for her sinister purposes. He holds his arms out and accepts the attack, wrapping them around her in a parry of his own as she goes in for the kill.

"Is my little bat cold?" he cooed, kissing the top of her head. "Well, that's okay. She can use this space heater for as long as she likes."

[plushmenace]

don’t mind Emelie too much as she sat down upon her knees and held out two items: a vest, and a sweater, both made by her. Can she dress the little rabbit up?

Plushtrap inspects these clothes with dawning realization. It's December....it's winter...Oh joyous day! Christmas sweater (and vest) for Plushtrap! He makes grabby hands at the sweater to indicate his decision.

Let the decking of the halls and rabbits commence!

[behindslaughter]

@mechanicaldance ★ Tatted fingers gently took hold of the fabric of Williams front, half to get his attention and to better support herself as she’s standing on her tiptoes, not an easy feat in her heeled boots. Her gaze was intense yet held nothing but love and adoration she felt for her husband. She loved him so much, it’s like she’s trying to convey it without signing.

A gentle smile spreads to his lips upon discovering who had taken hold of the dress shirt that covers his chest -- having discarded the suit jacket and tie not too long after getting home. It is something loved after a long day at the pizzeria, to come home to Emelie. His everything. And oh he adores the way she looks at him, the stare of undeniable love, unwavering devotion. It would make him sick if he was capable of remorse or self-reflection, what terrible things he has done and will do, what he has kept from her and yet she still looks at him in such a way. Will smiles, leaning down to meet her in a kiss. She does not need to try hard to convey her love, he can see it in her eyes, her every action. And he mimics it, returns it to her as he wraps his arms around her, pulls her in close to his body. No words needed be it spoken or signed.

[mute-call]

@mechanicaldance said: Em spotted Steven from across the room. Normally she’d make the effort to go over herself, but not today. Instead she started to wave, hoping to be noticed.

It takes Steven a few moments to realize he's being beckoned-- not because he doesn't see Emelie's wave, but because he's lost in thought, chewing at his lip as he mentally reviews the heaps of paperwork he still needs to finish before the end of the day. Once reality catches up with him, he blinks at Emelie and trots over with a lopsided smile.

"Well, hey! Didn't realize you'd be in today." He doesn't have to fake the warmth in his voice. Mr. Afton tends to set Bell on-edge, but Mrs. Afton is always a welcome face around the pizzeria.

"Didja get anything to eat yet? There's a few slices left in the office, but I'd-- I'd be happy to make you something fresh, of course, I'm not saying you should be eating our leftovers! Heh. So... are you just checking in?"