[Kitchen] Crunchies n' Munchies

[richard]

He should not have been surprised when Erika thanked him for calling her evil, she had a strange twisted humour like that and after this day’s worth of events Richard was slowly being able to work that out. He also should have worked out from the time they had spent on the Quidditch pitch that Erika was athletic and graceful and him standing on the top of the kitchen tables would do very little…and that was proved almost instantly.

Before he knew it she had pinned him to the table, he could feel the plates of left over foods digging into his back but that was not his main worry at the present moment in time, he was slightly more concerned about the fact Erika…a vampire was nibbling on his shoulder. If Richard was to live up to being a Ravenclaw he would have thought the situation through carefully and realised she would only be playing as if Erika was really biting him he would be in a lot of pain…but Richard was not the bravest of souls and the mere thought scared him stupid.

Richard began to wiggle and struggle underneath her and tried to break free, it was only when she looked down upon him with a grinning face and saying such a jovial remark did his fear turn into frustration.

“Rikki! Th…that is not funny at…at all. Now if you please get off me I have a chicken wing digging into my back.”

[vampireangel]

Rikki's musical laughter filled the air. She looked down and smirked, "If it's not funny, then why am I laughing?" She gave another small laugh and climbed off Richard, "Well, a chicken wing is better than a pair of vampire fangs! Good thing I can still retract mine!"

[richard]

“Your laughing because you have a sick sense of humour and enjoy watching other people suffer.”

Richard was getting slightly frustrated and when she finally got off him he sat up and rubbed his back where the chicken wing had been digging into it. With a slight frown Richard pushed swung his legs over the edge of the table and jumped off it walking back over to where a jug of pumpkin juice was situated. He poured himself a rather large glass and sipped on it slowly as Erika mentioned something about being able to retract her fangs.

“You know what it is a bloody good job you can.” He frowned although he was trying to see the funny side of it all and let out his annoyance as a laughter “Otherwise I would be running in the opposite direction.”

He managed a soft chuckle but that was about it, the thought of someone willing to joke about killing someone else was enough to turn his blood cold. In his eyes mortality was not a laughing matter, just being Erika had a long life span did not mean he did, he would be lucky to see 100 years let alone thousands.