#misc: askbox

[elfsroot]

Your Rook is so beautiful She might be my new crush

oh wow thank you <333

[hopeandcaffeine]

"I just think that if we kill him, it will be easier. Why are you giving me such a hard time about this?"

     There was a pause as Mohinder clenched teeth behind an exhausted expression. “The only time you are permitted to take a life if it is in self defense... or revenge,” he added quietly.

[hopeandcaffeine]

I have no idea who you are but I'm going to need to interrogate you on your scone-making skills. Don't ask questions, just go with it. It's for the good of your lover.

"Scone-making skills…?" Mohinder quietly repeated as he worked to remember the last time he’d attempted to make scones, if ever. For the good of his lover? …Oh! "I’m terribly sorry, but I do not recognize that American euphemism, but my people have written a book with many different positions, perhaps it would translate into one of those?—Wait, I’m not discussing such things with a stranger!” Still, he followed her, not wanting to speak about this personal subject out in the open.

[hopeandcaffeine]

M!A: GUESS WHO'S A MOOGLE FOR 24 HOURS?! THAT'S RIGHT. YOU, YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE SHIT! -smacks him over the head with a wand- GO BE ADORABLE, DAMN YOU.

"Um, I’m afraid you have the wrong person…" he said, slightly amused and not even knowing what a Moogle was. At least, this version of Mohinder didn’t know… until now!

*Poof!*

Without another word, he was now barely two feet tall with white fur. His wings were purple and like those of a bat while the pom pom on his head was fluffy and dark brown, the same tone his skin used to be. The fur on top of his head and around his mane was as silky and curly as his former hair. Yes, he made one fancy Moogle!

"What is the meaning of this?!" Right away he noticed the change and began looking himself over. "I’m naked!" Of course, his arms were not long enough to cover himself up… even though there was nothing to cover up but fur. "You think this is amusing? Well, I’ll just pretend it isn’t happening. How about that?" With a huff, he wiggled into his oversized shirt and made his way to the kitchen by floating. He had no idea how he was floating, but he went with it.

"I shall make myself some tea and then this whole scientifically impossible event will fade away." That was easier said than done though, as yet again, his arms were too short to do much of anything. After failing to pick up the kettle a few times, he huffed again before closing his eyes to concentrate. As if by magic (which was what it was) the kettle did as his mind commanded and before long he had a nice cup of tea. Taking a seat on the recliner, he managed to pick up the remote and flipped the channels to pretend this wasn’t happening.

[hopeandcaffeine]

Nestled against his chest, Claire let out a light sigh and raised her fingers to run through Mohinder's hair. It was a comforting gesture, almost like a child with their safety blanket, and she was almost too tired to realize she was doing it. Nonetheless, nails gently scraped his scalp and teased his curls as she kissed his cheek. "Remind me to use your conditioner," she mumbled, "it does a better job than mine..."

Halfway dozing off, a smile formed as he felt the tickle of fingers wandering through his curls. It definitely was comforting and caused him to hum happily with approval and eyes to lazily open. That humming turned into a laugh at her words. “I have an even better idea - how about we wash each other’s hair in the shower?” he asked in an exceptionally innocent tone as if the conditioning of her hair would be the highlight of that shower. With a sly grin, he returned the kiss and gently began combing her hair with his fingers. Her silky locks already felt perfect to him.

[hopeandcaffeine]

A lazy smile played on the dancer's lips as she reached up to run her fingers through his hair. She loved those curls. They were just so much fun to toy with, and the action alone was just so calming to her. Judging by his own smile,he thought so to

Once he felt fingers running through his hair, Mohinder was putty in her hands, halfway closing his eyes and giving a Cheshire grin. She had definitely found one of this weaknesses. Arms went to wrap around her as he leaned in to give better access to his curls and purr quietly at her ear, “Your wish is my command, my love.” Then he playfully nipped at her earlobe as the scent of her shampoo filled his senses, tempting him to mimic her and run fingers through her silky hair.