Could Be Worse [Awesome x Mayah]

[Mayah Playah]

She laughed, flipping the bacon over. "I can't bake at all. Maybe you can teach me a few things? I've always wanted to know how to bake a ca-AH!" Pulling her finger to her mouth, Michaela's eyes watered and she whimpered. "Owwie..."  

[Its Smiley]

Alcott was right besides her right when she brought her finger to her mouth. "Did you burn yourself?" he asked gently, he lightly grabbed her hand and pulled her finger away, inspecting it thoroughly.

 

[Mayah Playah]

She nodded, her lower lip trembling. The tip and side of Michaela's finger was bright pink and swollen, evidence of a grease burn. In the past, Michaela had never been allowed to cook long enough to get burned, even for bacon, so this was her first burn, and it hurt like the fires of hell had burned her. "How do you m-make it s-stop hurting?"  

[Its Smiley]

"Just leave it to me." Alcott smiled gently as a pure white aura came from him. The water from the faucet came out on its own and began floating through the air with the help of his manipulation. The water lazily slid around until it wrapped around Michaela's finger like a band-aid. "And now we just..." Alcott's eyes flashed for a split second and the water froze over the burns of her finger.
"There." he smiled and looked at her. "Does that feel better?"

 

[Mayah Playah]

She smiled at him, nodding. "Yes, thank you!" After a brief hug, she hurried back to the finished bacon, setting it on a plate and quickly rinsing the pan. She handed him the plate, grabbing the toast from the toaster and walking towards the kitchen bar. Michaela hopped onto a bar stool and grinned. "So, if you can handle water as an Angel, what can you do as Normal and Demon?"  

[Its Smiley]

He pat her back and later took the plate of bacon and toast. After making sure everything was cleaned and turned off, he joined her at the bar stools. "Normally I can handle both, but I'm not as strong as my full forms. My demon handles fire." he said and took a bite out of the bacon. "This is very good." he commented with slightly puffed cheeks.

 

[Mayah Playah]

She beamed at him, taking a tiny bite of her own bacon. "Thanks. Bonita's husband taught me a few things before he passed away. I can now fix cars, cook bacon, and, wait for it, tie a tie."  

[Its Smiley]

Alcott laughed and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "You'll make a fine wife some day." he chuckled.

 

[Mayah Playah]

"If I can find someone to tolerate me long enough to marry me, I will!" she laughed. Wiping her own mouth with the pink napkin, Michaela sighed. "Maybe I should never get married. Maybe I should be like Normal you and just hate everyone."  

[Its Smiley]

"I don't hate everyone, I just have... trust issues." he said quietly and gave her a soft shrug. "You understand." he said, referencing Harmana.

 

[Mayah Playah]

She frowned, remembering the woman. "That witch deserves to be burned at the stake."  

[Its Smiley]

He shook his head and sighed, "No, nobody deserves that. She just.... She has no sense of discipline." he said quietly, taking a bite out of the bacon slowly.

 

[Mayah Playah]

"You're far too sweet," she murmured, standing to sit at the window seat. "I can see why you're an angel."  

[Its Smiley]

"I try my best." Alcott said with a small shrug and smile.

 

[Mayah Playah]

"And modest too. How do you keep the girls off of you, stud?" she teased, keeping her eyes focused out the window.