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Witch Delivery Express: Room 114

Kiki knocks on the Vice-Principal's door. Peeping out of the side of her basket under the cloth is this.
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[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com 2006-01-08 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm coming!" Hawkeye barked at the door as he fumbled around for his trademark maroon bathrobe. He tied it around himself and opened the door, peering at the small girl on the other side. "I don't remember ordering room service." It may have been early, but sarcasm was forever.

[identity profile] kikidelivers.livejournal.com 2006-01-08 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Kiki takes the mood in stride. After all, you meet all kinds in this line of work. She smiles pleasantly and pulls the bottle out of her basket and, holding it in both hands, holds it out to him.

"I have a delivery for you, sir," she says cheerfully.

[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com 2006-01-08 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Hawkeye took the bottle and looked down at it. Vodka. He broke out into a grin. "Now that's what I call room service. Pray tell, what person of excellent taste sent me this?"

[identity profile] kikidelivers.livejournal.com 2006-01-08 01:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Parker, sir," Kiki answers. "And there's - um - one a day for the week." She pulls a notebook out of her pocket. "Could you sign here for it, please?"


She will deliver a bottle every day for the week [so as to not post the same thing 6 more times].

[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com 2006-01-08 01:57 pm (UTC)(link)
At first, Hawkeye thought his ears were playing tricks. Then it registered. Then he laughed. "Miss Parker is my new favorite person," Hawkeye muttered as he signed for it. "I'm sorry, I didn't ask your name."

[identity profile] kikidelivers.livejournal.com 2006-01-08 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Tucking the notebook back in her pocket, Kiki bobs a quick curtsey. "Kiki Takayama, sir," she says politely. If she thinks anything about a student sending gifts to a school administrator, she doesn't show a bit of it. "I handle a lot of the deliveries around the town and dorms."

[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com 2006-01-08 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"I see." He hefted the bottle. "Well, Kiki, good to meet you. I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

[identity profile] kikidelivers.livejournal.com 2006-01-08 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Kiki nods. "Yes, sir," she answers. "It's nice to meet you too. I hope you have a very nice -day." There is the faintest pause before the last word, as if she's trying hard not to giggle, but her face is quite composed. With a bottle of vodka a day for a week, she privately expects the Vice-Principal to have a very nice day indeed. Suddenly, Parker's gift isn't at all a bad idea after all.

Kiki also inwardly reflects on the origin of the "vice" part of "vice-principal."

[identity profile] drywitmartini.livejournal.com 2006-01-08 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Hawkeye grinned and closed the door.

[identity profile] cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com 2006-01-08 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Kiki also inwardly reflects on the origin of the "vice" part of "vice-principal."

[OOC: *ded of giggle* In Hawkeye's case? So, so true.]

[identity profile] kikidelivers.livejournal.com 2006-01-08 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hee, I know!]
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