The Haunted (1x1 RP DO NOT POST)

[Lady Mekka]

Ana wrinkled her nose up, smiling back.
"Maybe I don't want to. Maybe I should just let you freeze your little angel butt off out there." She curled the fingers on her right hand so she could casually blow on the blue fingernail polish, her blue eyes looking down at the drying polish. "I still think you should have been the Tin Man, Cowerdly Lion, or Scarecrow, we could have matched." She then shifted her eyes down to look at Jared, which were dancing with a mischevious light.

[ika;]

"Cowardly lion?!" He yelped, mock-hurt. "Someone has bite today..." Jared grinned again, rubbing his arms to heat them with friction. He winced theatrically. "So how about it, some time today? Do you want me to get pnemonia?" He stared at her with wide, puppy-eyes. "Is that what you really want?" Jared poked his tounge out at her, picking out a stray feather from his hair, and blowing it up to Ana's window.

[Lady Mekka]

"The door's open." Ana said with a sweet smile, leaning farther out the window to grab the feather, then back in to close her 2nd story window. She then heel-walked to her room, closing the door and shed her robe, donning her Dorothy dress. She'd have to wait to put in the brown contacts and put on her stockings and 'ruby' slippers, since her nails needed to dry. She exited her room, walking towards the landing at the top of the stairways. The one to her left was in need of a vaccuuming, she realized rather lately, and worried what Jared would think.

[ika;]

Jared pouted, opening the door as quickly as he could, sighing in relief as a wall of warmer air hit him from inside Ana's house. Knowing her house well, he made his way up the stairs. "Where are you?" He called, not even noticing the dust on the floor. Jared peeked across the landing, and padded over to Ana's room. "Can I come in?" He asked, knocking softly on the door.

[Lady Mekka]

(Sorry, had a power outage. ^^)

"Yes, you may." Ana said to Jared, setting the feather Jared had blown to her on top of her dresser in her walk in closet. "Did you get my text about Allen and Jess?" She poked her head out of her closet, looking at the door that Jared would come through. That is, unless he snuck back downstairs and took the back stairwell...
'You're being paranoid again, girl.' she thought, trying to clear her mind of her doubts.

[ika;]

Jared poked his head through the door, spotting Ana and smiling broadly, walking in and shutting the door softly behind him. Nodding at the feather, he plonked himself down on the bed. "Yeah, I did. Would you like to go with me to dinner?" He put on a gentlemanly voice, holding out his arm for her to link up with him. "Ya hungry?" On cue, his own stomach growled, but he shushed it and waited for Ana's reply.

[Lady Mekka]

Ana giggled, but then composed herself into a haughnty lady.
"I'd love to go to dinner, sir." she burst out into giggles after she spoke, heel-walking over to her bed, plopping down next to Jared. "We'll have to wait, though, my nails need to dry." She checked her fingernails on her left hand, which were dry.
'Good.' she thought, smiling.

[ika;]

"Nails, nails. What do they matter?" Jared grinned, poking her shoulder playfully. He threw a mock-envious look at her bottle of blue polish. "Ohh, I should've painted mine today. Blue suits my complexion, don't you think?" He shifted slightly to get comfortable, though that was not easy to do with a pair of angel wings strapped to your back. Jared reached behind him, wriggling the wings into a more flat position so he could sit down properly, with a sheepish grin to Ana. "Not the most practical of costumes, I'll admit." He laughed.

[Lady Mekka]

Ana laughed again, reaching across to her bed-side table.
"Actually, I think red would go wonderfully with your complextion." She held up a crismon bottle next to his face, screwing her face into a squinty-eyed scrutinizing demure. "And if you had been one of the three characters I mentioned earlier, you wouldn't be having that problem." She set the bottle back down, playfully tugging on the wing closest to her.

[ika;]

"Grrr." Jared chuckled, trying to retain his dignity as he slipped his wings off. "I'll put 'em back on when we go out" He explained, jokingly smug that he'd found a solution to his problem. "You look good, though." He acknowledged absently, smiling at her. "What time did your mom leave?" Jared asked, not really interested in the answer, the question was just there as a distraction to the compliment he had let slip out.