mikawero

[mikawero]

katvohra​:

A sound filled the air around them. Their own laughter, without malice or contempt or some form of sarcasm, before Kat could catch themselves. It wasn’t something that they did often, preferring to transmit their amusement with a heap of snark and often at someone else’s expense, but being around their friend made it harder to hide behind that. Which was pretty fucking inconvenient because Kat had a reputation to maintain, but…argh. Fuck. It was as easy as breathing. “When you put it like that…” they said, their voice trailing as if they’re having second thoughts. Living another hundred years? No, thank you. But, they smirked at Mika, adding, “Jeane’s overdue anyway.” Who the hell was Jeane and why was Kat completely content with overthrowing him? Hell if they knew.

Even at their level of comfort, Kat flinched when Mika cupped their face, body stiffening, but they don’t outright yank themselves way from her as they would have with literally anyone else. Building their tolerance for her displays of affection wasn’t easy, but it had its benefits. Like, say, it does help them wipe that budding smile off of their face and reset to their naturally disdainful expression, complete with an eye-roll when she calls them precious. “Why,” they said flatly. It’s definitely not a question, and they weren’t responding to anything she’s actually saying. They just wanted to know why they had to be subject to it. Now empty-handed as she backed off, Kat let their arms dangle at their sides, eyebrows raising slightly at the mention of orifices. “I’m listening” they said, looking at the bounty with new eyes opened to their possibilities. “Horror if you’re vanilla, maybe.” Their smirk threatened to reappear for a sec, but its tucked away again once they’re told to sit. Instead, thank god, they frowned. “Fine, but I’m going to complain the whole time.” Yet, they walked to the bed, scooting the supplies over to one side to plant their ass along the edge of the bed. Squeezing their eyes shut, they said, “Do your worst so I can scare the new kid. If he doesn’t shit his pants, I’ll be so disappointed.”

MIKA IS BEAMING IN SURPRISE at kat’s laughter, both in pretty blatant pride for causing it and due to the admittedly warm fuzzy feeling that follows it. kat laughing or even smiling so openly was almost painfully rare, but that was something mika worked tirelessly to change. if she could get them to smile at least once a day, she’d count it as a win. suffice to say, with a laugh and a smile, mika was high on her triumph. “wow, i can’t believe poor jeane is gonna be dethroned by just a year.” mika jokes with a huff of laughter, her eyes crinkling as she asks, “am i at least going to be invited to your big fancy guiness world record party for giving you this fun little origin story?” 

mika frowns a bit regretfully at kat’s flinch, along with the way their smile drops not long after, her brows knitting together at their probably rhetorical question as she answers anyways, “i’m building up your tolerance! i’m going to have to touch your face for the next hour or so while i put on your makeup anyways!” mika’s always been grateful to be one of the few exceptions when it came to kat’s no touchy policy, even if they still complain a bit about it. it makes her feel special, and there isn’t much mika is addicted to more than feeling special. that said, mika still makes a little show of sighing over the situation for approximately thirty seconds before her lips are twitching at their comment. as easily distracted as ever, mika’s grin only grows as she says, “i mean, i guess you’re right. the girl had to spend the night in the emergency room getting her butthole inspected by doctors, but there are probably definitely people into that.” mika nods easily with the comment, constantly in a state of live and let live even when it came to sfx makeup anal related incidents. but her neutral expression brightens at kat’s agreement. “thank you.” mika says melodiously as she makes her way over to where kat is on the bed, stopping only to lean over the bed and rummage through the pile of supplies until her hand wraps around the neck of the surprise bottle of wine she snuck into the room. “hey, be nice to sawyer! he’s right in the other room, you know.” mika is quietly twisting off the cap as she speaks, glancing cautiously at kat’s closed eyes before silently putting the bottle to their lips in hopes of scaring them. “plus, if he shits his pants i’m forcing you to take me home with you. i’m not staying here and smelling that the whole night.”

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katvohra​:

Kat lazily appraised their friend’s purchases, their arms folded tightly over their chest. Halloween was days away, and the preparation for it required more effort than they were willing to give at the moment. Especially considering the minute detail that they were a little old for dressing up. They were more of a slap-on-a-black-t-shirt-and-say-they’re-a-serial-killer sort, but Mika had other plans, as always. She made them haul ass to Party City and, after hours of strolling through the aisles, the pair ended up with an impressive spread. Kat could admit that. “I dunno. Dying’s kinda a big commitment. Talk in a hundred years?” Picking up a packaged jar of white face paint and looking at it, Kat felt a little enticed. It’s been a minute since they were Mika’s model for her SFX makeup skills. Plus, their own hand is kinda shitty at makeup. They gave the jar a toss and caught it in their palm again. “This stuff looks like it’ll give me a rash.”

“YOU’RE PLANNING ON LIVING until you’re a hundred and twenty three?” mika asks incredulously, brows raising high for a moment before she’s shaking her head almost admiringly and retorting, “wow, kat, i didn’t know you had it in you. are you planning on competing for the oldest person alive? cause i think poor old jeane would be kinda bummed that you broke his record.” mika watches as kat plays with the jar of white makeup, her eyes crinkling with her amused smile at their curiosity before she’s jumping back onto her feet and moving to playfully grab their face between her hands and shake it with her teasing, “don’t worry, i won’t let anything happen to your precious face.” mika let’s go of kat to grab the little jar out of their hand instead, turning it over in her own hand as she says, “i use party city stuff all the time, and it’s perfectly safe as long as you’re not shoving it into your eye, or any orifices.” mika grimaces dramatically then, nose wrinkling as she adds, “trust me on that one. i know a couple who were running low on lube last halloween and thought some of this stuff would work just as well...” mika raises her brows as she shakes her head sadly at kat, sighing as she adds, “talk about a horror story...” mika is quietly spacing out for a sympathetic moment before she’s coming back to herself, gaze brightening as she looks back up at kat with a excited, “okay, sit down and let me make you pretty.”

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CLOSED STARTER FOR: @katvohra​ !

“OKAY, I THINK THAT’S EVERYTHING!” mika announces brightly as she tosses the last of her newly acquired makeup supplies on her bed, looking down at the haul she’s collected quite proudly for a few moments before she’s turning her pleased grin on kat. mika’s twin sized bed is now heavy with freshly thrifted clothes, amazon makeup pallets, and likely half of party city, all of which should amount to what mika is hoping to be two rad costumes, fingers crossed. or at the very least, it should all make for a fun couple hours. mika plops herself onto her bed then, her enthusiasm palpable as she pats the space next to her pointedly and gives kat a jokingly alluring look as she says, “so... are you ready to become a sexy skeleton? or are you ready to become a sexy skeleton?”

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sircnum​:

      she can see that mika’s spacing out a little - she gets that glassy look in her eyes that day has long learned to pick up on - but that doesn’t hold her back. honestly, she just needs to get this off her chest whether she’s being heard or not. letting out a low groan, she rubs her temples. why does she let these people get to her ?? “good.” the brunette nods. “because i wasn’t taking no for an answer.” she adds with a mischievous grin. placing a hand over her heard, she does her best to look solemn. “of course, of course, we’ll raise a shot in her honor.” hazel hues glance around the store. “when do you get off shift ??”

THE LIGHT IS SLOWLY RETURNING to mika’s eyes at the promise of a good time, her grin growing as she moves to glance at the time at day’s question. “about half an hour? which is basically now anyways.” mika says with a shrug as she moves to hop over the counter, ever ignoring the convenient little exit from the employee only area to parkour over the thing as god intended. mika jumps off the counter to land on her feet before turning to day with a bright, “let’s go! maya’ll cover for me probably! or not.” mika shrugs, as she moves towards the door, smile cheeky as she adds, “but either way, rob probably won’t fire me, so we’re good.” mika turns to look at daytona, moving to push the door to reckless open with her back as she asks, “wait, are we walking or do we need a dd? because i know a guy who’s good for it, as long as you’re not overly attached to your socks.”

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MIKA HONESTLY ISN’T A NEAT freak or anything. far from it actually. sawyer and maya would probably agree that she was the exact opposite considering both had had the very deep honour of living with her. but even she could admit the place was in a kind of gross state. and if the above statement didn’t make this painfully clear, cleaning was not exactly her forte. “oh, i’m down.” mika immediately replies as she raises a hand, wide dark eyes looking to luci with absolute seriousness. mika wouldn’t be proud to leave this mess for the openers, but that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t do it. it was every man for themselves after all, and this (demi wo)man had plans after work that didn’t involve staying late and cleaning. “maybe if we come up with a good enough story, we can convince rob that some bandits came here in the middle of the night, ransacked the place, and just didn’t steal anything.” mika says with a shrug, eyes brightening as she adds, “he’d be so grateful by the no stealing part that he probably wouldn’t even care about the mess!”

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ closed starter / @mikamoody​

                        THE  STORE  WAS  A  MESS.  this  is  one  of  the  reasons  why  luci  hated  closing  -  she  didn’t  care  that  it  was  midnight.  she  hated  seeing  the  misplaced  vinyls,  instruments  out  of  her  cases,  headphone  cords  knotted  and  muddy  floors. why  do  people  think  it’s  okay  to  leave  a  store  like  this?  she  could  imagine  how  gross  their  customer’s  homes  may  look.   “if  i  close  my  eyes,  i  can’t  see  anything.”  she  yelled,  green  eyes  fluttering  closed,  “how  pissed  would  rob  be  if  we  leave  this  mess  for  tomorrow’s  openers?  because  i’m  down  to  just  leave  it.”

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🌹 luxury asks. 🌹

bubble bath: do you have any routines before bedtime? like skin care, etc. what are they?

champagne: what topic could you talk about for hours?

crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want?

diamonds: how do you feel about excessively spending money?

faux fur: describe your wardrobe.

glitter: describe someone special to you.

gold: describe what you would call the most perfect meal.

jazz: name a song that resonates with you and your emotions. explain the reason why.

lace: what is something in your life completely different from last year?

lingerie: do you consider yourself a promiscuous person?

lipstick: do you enjoy talking to strangers?

pearls: what's something about your personality that surprises others?

penthouse: what would you consider your dream home? describe it.

perfume: if you could make your own signature fragrance, what would it smell like?

robe: how do you prepare for an evening alone with a loved one/date?

roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

satin: what is your most favorite article of clothing?

sheet mask: what's your favorite lazy activity?

silk: do you have more inner or outer beauty?

silver: do you have any obscure hobbies? what are they?

sparkling water: what are your top three songs for the summer?

wine: what kind of drunk are you (happy/affectionate, angry, sad, fun/wild)? if you don't drink, what kind do you think you WOULD be?

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"ur so funny" thanks i cant wait to cry tonight

[mikawero]

MIKA WILL BE HONEST, she’s mostly half listening to daytona’s story. not that the whole thing isn’t super interesting, it for sure is, but unfortunately mika, was born with the attention span of a gnat. it’s just really hard for her to concentrate for prolonged periods of time, but she really is trying her best though! gasping at the right spots, eyes wide with interest, but she can’t deny she perks up a bit at the mention of drinks. “oh, i’m so in!” mika replies with enthusiasm that only the promise of a party can bring to her eyes, grin bright as she says, “fuck sugar-free, fat-free, extra mocha chocolate cream girl! we hate her!” mika says supportively, before she’s arching a brow and adding, “but we do love drinks, so i say we make our first toast out to her and her assholery. i mean, after all she is the reason we will be getting shit faced tonight.” mika nods sagely, “it’s only polite.” 

      “and i kid you fucking not, this girl with her no foam, fat-free, sugar-free, extra chocolate, whipped cream, dribble of coffee b u l l s h i t had the audacity to ask me what i’m doing with my life ??” tona is lost in her rant, gesticulating wildly enough to suggest her talents were in melodrama and not music. “never have i used the words ‘check yourself before your wreck yourself’ but hot damn, today was a close one.” she takes a deep breath, long enough to take in the other’s expression. “so i guess, long story short, i’m gonna need about ten drinks. pronto. you in ??”

@recklesstarters​

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hqmaya​:

maya’s sitting on the counter, legs dangling off and sneakers brushing the carpeted ground as mika calls for her. as much as mika can tend to get on maya’s NERVES sometimes, closing up the shop with her is a small and simple joy, an exercise in late night near manic bonding, and it usually ends with the two heading out for some greasy fast food afterwards. maya raises her eyebrows, observing mika’s performance like a mother watching her toddler balance on one foot. “john lennon,” she deadpans, but her mouth forms into a reluctant grin. 

MIKA GASPS AT MAYA’S answer, her dimpled grin widening as she jokingly asks, “how did you know?!” getting maya to crack a grin was always a pretty big achievement in mika’s eyes. getting her to laugh of course was a notch up, but hey, mika will take what she can get. she waggles her brows at maya as she absently strums the guitar, not.... well mind you, but it was the thought that counted right? “was my impression that good? should i get started on my inevitably very lucrative acting career?” mika glances down at the guitar as she starts to stiltedly play wonderwall for kicks, adding, “i always knew i’d find my calling eventually. i was made for the stage!”

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CLOSED STARTER FOR: @hqmaya​ !

"MAYA. MAYA. MAYA. MAYA, LOOK,” mika calls to her sister from across the store, truly embodying her role as annoying younger sister in at full blast today. which she honestly thinks is pretty fair. it’s just here and maya closing up tonight, and mika figures it’s her responsibility to entertain both of them while the store is this dead. it’s her civic duty, really. she has a guitar in her hands as she looks grins at her sister across the store, eyes bright as she waits for her attention before asking, “okay, who am i? guess.” mika clears her throat delicately for a moment before she is carefully beginning to strum a few notes on the guitar before promptly screaming. she does this for a few moments before she’s grinning at her and asking, “any guesses? huh? huh?”

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Flower (2017) Directed by Max Winkler

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MIKA WILL HAPPILY ADMIT TO literally anyone, including Rob, that she has definitely, absolutely never been on time for work a day in her life. She is proud to say that she was even late for her very first day, which in her opinion was particularly impressive considering she was living right above the place at the time. Yes, Rob was notably much less impressed, but she’s sure any normal human non-Rob person would agree that that was a feat. Admirable, even.

So let’s just say Mika had absolutely no intention of breaking her streak now. After all, she had an image to maintain. 

She struts proudly into the shop in an oversized puffer jacket that is probably quite clearly not hers and with the remnants last night’s glitter still smudged under her eyes, a smile blooming on her face once she sees who’s behind the counter. 

“Kat, Kat, Kat.” Mika is replying with a slow shake of her head, her smile only growing as her eyes twinkle with mirth. “Have I ever told a bad story? You need to have a little more faith in me, my friend. Alright, here we go.” 

Mika hops on the counter then, ignoring the customer who shoots her an affronted look as she turns to give Kat her undivided attention. “So remember that Tinder date I told you I was going on yesterday with the guy who had serial killer dick pics?” Mika says grandly, brow arched with the words, before her eyes are widening with, “So I did end up seeing him and he did kinda almost try to kidnap me and I’m pretty sure I was almost ritually sacrificed but then...” Mika’s raises a hand dramatically, smile widening as she adds, “things took a fun little turn.” Mika’s eyes are twinkling with mirth as she straightens her spine, eyes meeting Kat’s as she teasingly asks, “are you intrigued? Shall I continue?”

closed starter for @mikamoody​​

Roaring an obnoxious yawn, Kat lets the noice fizzle out in a hum. They’re in their natural habitat: leaning on their elbows against the counter, headphones plugged into their ears while they’re thumbing through this week’s gloomy Classifieds. They’re not looking for a new job — on the contrary, when doomsday comes, the only remaining organisms on this nuclear cum-bucket of a planet will be the cockroaches and Kat using the backroom as their bunker — but teasing the idea of expanding their horizons never hurt. They’re also notably behind the counter instead of in front of it, which tips off that they, unfortunately for everyone else, work here, but they respond to nosing customers with a piercingly annoyed look and gesturing at their earbuds. Should be the universal signal of don’t talk to me, yeah?

Anyway, when someone else approached, Kat’s gaze is set to kill mode, but they dial back immediately once they recognize who was coming up. Instead of cracking a retort, one corner of their lip quirked up, which they immediately smoothed before someone else caught on that they had installed the technology to smile or, worse, a customer saw and thought Kat was something along the lines of friendly.  “ You’re late, ” they said cooly, nodding in greeting.  “ Rob’s trying out this new three strike policy and you just earned your first strike.” They paused for only a second.  “Nah, I’m fucking with you. But if this story’s not good I’m pitching it to him ASAP. “ They caught her eye expectantly, eyebrows lifting ever so slightly to nudge her to entertain them.

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there goes the dumbest bitch that this town has ever seen

[mikawero]

sorry for killing you in among us do you still think i’m hot

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@hqmaya !

Fleabag  (2016 - 2019)

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