Trip {Alicia}

Leifr trudged up the wooden staircase that lead up to the backdoor of his, no their flat above the Stag, leaving smears of grease along the well-worn railing as he did. His beloved car, something that had been his mother’s, had needed a tune up, and so the wizard had spent most of the afternoon working on her, and as a result he looked like it. He wasn’t entirely sure that any part of his bare skin had escaped the stuff. He’d tried in vain to clean himself up before he’d come up the stairs, but grease seemed to be a match for even most of the tougher cleaning spells, and if he was being honest with himself, he preferred to deal with it the muggle way, it made his work seem more tangible.

Taking a moment to pause on the landing, he drew his wand and muttered a quick Scourgify at the railing and steps before turning the knob and slipping inside. Whatever the spell hadn’t gotten, he’d take care of tomorrow. He dodged an exuberant Ripley’s greeting, chuckling as he did so “Sorry mate, you just had a bath, and I’m not volunteering to give you another…” He grinned when he saw that Alicia was standing at the sink with her back to him, mischief already twinkling in his eye as he made his way over to her “’Licia, you look lovely darling, but I…I think you have something on your nose…” Having closed the gap, the brunette did his best to snake one arm around to the side he was not on behind her back, and boop her on the nose, sharing some of his filth with her before she noticed what he was actually up to.

Giggling as though he were five again, Leifr danced away, ready to celebrate a victory, and to keep himself out of her swatting range, because he deserved one just then, and he knew it. At a safe distance for a moment, the wizard grinned at her, clearly pleased with himself “I’ll take a shower and then help you peel potatoes, yeah?” His smug grinned only widened as he waited to see how she would take his peace offering.

@Alicia Spinnet

Alicia sang under her breath, a little offkey, as she scrubbed the potatoes for dinner. Ripley had been weaving around her legs, trying to get attention, and when he couldn’t, he just laid against her legs, panting. He was such a brat, but he was her brat. The scene was all very domestic. She didn’t know how she and Leifr had gotten to this point, but she wasn’t complaining. Even though their schedules didn’t always fit, and hers was always hectic, it worked. She didn’t know how it did, but it did, and she hadn’t lacked for happiness.

Ripley perked up, and the next thing she knew, he was bolting for the door. Rolling her eyes, she put the clean potato into the colander with the others. She let out a little startled squeak with Leifr began to speak, knowing that he was coming, but not knowing that he was so close. Her eyes crossed when he touched her nose, and she just blinked in puzzlement. What the hell was going on?

“You’re dirty.” She remarked, looking him up and down. He must have been working on the car then, like he said he was going to, and she must have lost track of time. “Please? There are a lot of potatoes that need peeling.” She grinned at him, watching him walk to the back, and went back to scrubbing her potatoes, and she just happened to look up into the mirror. There was a black smudge on her nose. “LEIFR!” She squeaked, going back to the sink to clean it off. She growled.

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” She said, laughing and miffed.