Amber Vs Angelica

So there she was again, walking down a hallway. Today the main topic of conversation (with herself) was the nature and composition of chicken wings. While they were, hopefully, crispy and spicy on the outside their tender, tongue burning inside, was what made them truly tasty in combination with the fact that they were spicy on the outside! So all things considered the only thing detracting from the inherently delicious foundation of existence, was the fact that bones remained in their inside. While definitely edible their splinters tended to stick to your gums for quite a while even after eating them. After taking that into account it can be said, before god, the crown and the colonies that are apparently independant now, that chicken wings only go up to like a 7/10 on the deliciousness scale.

That being taken care of, Angelica noticed some chick yelling at her. Something concerning the fact that she was not wearing a shirt. Not that she needed one, but it felt funny to have people look at her like she was freaking weird, just for not wearing more than was essential. Pueh! Heh... mission success, more or less. But her request could be adhered to! Or so she thought, as the other woman aimed to trip her. Taking her up on that game, she simply agreed to the request! "OK!" she yelled heartily, with a happy smile adorning her features, as she jumped up to evade the tripping.

Angelica would then bring her legs up to the level of the other girl's shoulders, whilst extending her hands to grip her collar on both sides. If she'd manage to get a hold of the girls shirt, she'd then kick herself off Amber, by kicking both her legs against her shoulders, not letting go of the shirt of course, to claim it for herself. In the event she'd not be capable of grabbing her, she'd none the less aim to kick herself off of the other girl, yet would instead aim for her face. Of course, she'd use the momentum of this kick, to get some distance between herself and the other girl, if just because she'd not have the clothes holding her back.

Oh, apparently the girl did not mean "put on my shirt"... no matter. Quite amused by the embarassed reaction of the girl, over something so silly, Angelica giggled to herself, her smirk widening into a gloating smile. "Why are ya so angry? I'm jus' doing what you told me ta' do!" Angelica replied, her words followed by a cackling that was definitely filled with mischief. Yes, at this point Sic was just teasing the other person, for no actual reason, it was just funny to see her get angry really...

In much the same way, Angelica just pulled the shirt to herself, kicking the floor to catapult herself out of the range of the other girl's tackle. Yet before pulling out of range, she'd seek to kick against Amber's right leg, in a stomp like, yet straight motion, as she'd end her tackle, in order to make her trip in hopes she'd fall due to being off balance from putting her weight into the charge, which would actually support the little tripping endeavour. Regardless of her success, Angelica would then jump back twice, hopping happily on top of one of the lockers in the hallway ahead of them.

Arriving there, she'd hug the shirt closely to herself, carefully covering her bare midriff with the foreign fabric, as if to mime being "proper". Yet just laughed in her hand, her single eye resting on Amber in sheer amusement. "Woooow.~ Your shirt is really nice! Thanks for giving it to me, after cutting it down to size, I may actually wear it!" When she said she'd cut it down to size, Angelica merely pointed at her current top, giggling happily behind her frilly nail adorned hand in the aftermath.