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- A truly unforgettable green. Probably the fastest one I've written, tbh.
- >Be Luna: History Teacher, Shakespearean English Teacher, Vice Principal, and Secret Funder for the Anime Club.
- >But mostly Vice Principal.
- >Mostly.
- >And it is imperative that today goes perfectly — you and your sister’s career may depend on it!
- >You briskly stomp down the stairs, high-heels hitting their surface with loud clopping sounds.
- >You hated wearing heels; they always feel like uncomfortable, awkward things meant to add length and elegance to one’s legs, grace and class to one’s appearance…
- >...But only if you knew how to walk in them.
- >If the shoes were slightly elevated in the heels, that would be one thing.
- >In fact, you wear shoes like that to work, every day!
- >Unfortunately, you’re not wearing those, but actual, business-casual high-heels, meant to be worn with a women’s button-up shirt, sports jacket, and skirt.
- >O-or, at least that’s what you think?
- “Tia! Tia, do I look presentable!?” you bellow from the bottom of the stairs in the foyer. “Tia!?”
- >“Still in the kitchen, Lulu, dear!” hollers your dear sister.
- >You race into the dining room, heading to the kitchen.
- >A nice, warm smell immediately greets you as you enter, but you don’t have time to compliment Celestia’s marvelous cooking.
- >Instead, you burst inside, still frazzled and anxious.
- “Celestia, tell me how I look!”
- >Celestia turns her head, washing her hands from the kitchen sink.
- >The kitchen looks much cleaner now, thank God.
- >Now if only Celestia had time to put something on that wasn’t just an apron…
- >She nods at you with her sunshine smile.
- >“That’s the one,” she says confidently. “Although the skirt does hug your waist a bit.”
- >You gasp.
- “Does my buttocks look fat!?”
- >“Oh no, it shows off your figure really well, sister-dear,” Celestia assures you. “And who knows? If we show him a little of the ol’ sisters-in-crime charm, we might get through this at least somewhat more gracefully than before.”
- >You roll your eyes with a smirk as Celestia giggles.
- “Well, at least the kitchen is finally cleaned,” you say, looking at how spotless it is. “The roast smells extraordinary, too. How much longer till it is done?”
- >“See for yourself,” she says, turning off the sink.
- >You step over to the oven, staring at the timer with a worried face.
- “...I thought it would be closer to being done?”
- >“Yeah, well, I thought the oven didn’t heat it up enough.”
- “But—”
- >“Luna, it’s alright. It’s only ten more minutes,” says Celestia, drying her hands with the paper.
- >She walks over to the pantry door where there are several hooks.
- >She tries to undo the knot of her apron.
- >“I’m glad to see that you’re taking this so seriously, though, Luna,” she continues, still struggling. “Especially after your six-month absence. It’s good to see you want to make things right and…”
- >She huffs.
- >“Can you help me untie this, please?”
- “Of course, Tia.”
- >You walk up behind her nude back and fiddle with the knot.
- “Goodness, how did you tie this behind your back so tightly?” you ask.
- >She looks at you from behind her shoulder.
- >“‘Practice,’” she grins.
- >You scoff at the smell of her breath.
- “You’ve drunk wine.”
- >“Oh, I didn’t mean to,” claims Celestia. “I just had a single glass from the bottle Cadence gave us. It kicks in fast, that’s all.”
- “Just a glass?” you asks suspiciously.
- >You’re almost done with this crazy knot.
- >“I promise to you, Lulu. It’s still right over there,” she says, pointing to the counter.
- “Fine, fine, I believe you,” you say. “Still, it would have been nice to save it for when our guest arrives.”
- >Finally, just as your fingers were getting sore, the knot is undone.
- >Celestia stretches her arms, pulling the apron off in the process…
- >...While also leaving her naked figure completely uncovered.
- >“Thank you, Luna,” says Celestia.
- >She hangs the apron upon the hooks of the pantry door, then smiles.
- >But not for long.
- >She brings her arm closer to her nose, and sniffs.
- >“Oh. Great. I smell like pot roast.”
- “I told you not to make lunch before putting /something/ on,” you say, crossing your arms. “You should take a shower before he arrives.”
- >Celestia’s brow raises in questionable worry.
- >“Oh, I don’t know, Luna. He might stop by early. You know how he is!”
- “With the directions you gave him, Tia? Oh, I’d have doubts about that,” you chuckle.
- >Celestia sticks her tongue out at you and heads to the doorway.
- >She pauses before dismissing herself.
- >“...I was the best with maps when I was a Girl Scout, you know.”
- “Then maybe you’re just old now.”
- >Again, Celestia sticks her tongue out, and leaves.
- >You think about saying there’s a spider on her butt just to mess with her, but decide not to.
- >With the kitchen clean, the roast in the oven, and you well-dressed, it seems you finally have time to relax until your visitor arrives.
- >You exit the kitchen and enter the dining room, then to the living room where your precious couch is.
- >God, you could just sit down in that thing and take a great, long, nap.
- >That’d be wonderful.
- >Unfortunately, you can’t.
- >Today is too important; you have to be on your best behaviour.
- >If you don’t, then everything will be—
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uHZGiMzmKQM
- >FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKHE’SEARLYFUCKFUCKFUCK
- >You jet over to the front door and jet to it fucking fast, nearly falling from these fucking dumb heels!
- >Your heart rate has spiked!
- >You feel fear in your butthole!
- >Yet the only thing you can do is repeat the same thing in your head: “Keep calm, keep calm, keep calm!”
- >It only works when you’re about three feet from the door, and you force yourself to take a deep breath.
- >With that, it’s only three steps to the door...
- >You open it with a welcoming smile, barely hiding the nervousness in your eye as you stare at your visitor.
- >He speaks before you can form the first syllable of the word ‘welcome’.
- >“Well, Principal Celestia and Vice Principal Luna, I made it — despite your directions.”
- >He’s tall, he’s old, and he’s frowning — he’s just as you remembered him.
- “Ah! Superintendent Chalmers!” you warmly greet him, your smile tightening. “Welcome! I hope you’re prepared for an unforgettable luncheon!”
- >“Yeah,” he says under his breath.
- >He doesn’t say ‘excuse me’ when walking between you and the space of the tight doorway.
- >You close the front door with a quick breath and turn to see Chalmers studying your foyer with the eyes of a hawk.
- >The man found imperfections even in one’s own household.
- >“Hm. Where is Principal Celestia?” he asks.
- >Think fast think fast think fast…..
- “Oh, uh, I’m terribly sorry, sir, but my sister seems to be a victim of, uh, a terrible case of...Naked Big Mouth Fever…”
- >Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid!
- >Superintendent Chalmers turns back to face you with his scrutinizing glare.
- >“Did you say…‘Naked Mouth Fever?’”
- >Roll with it, Luna, roll with it…
- “Why, yes! Terrible disease, really. They can’t be clothed or they’ll suffocate,” you say, leading him into the dining room.
- >“Well, I’ve never heard of it,” says Chalmers.
- “Well, the sick can’t use their mouths so no one talks about it.”
- >“Ah. Of course.”
- >As he takes his seat at the table, you quickly step into the kitchen.
- >You did some quick thinking there, but hopefully, you’ll—
- “GASP!”
- >You rush over to the oven, hoping that the meal Celestia spent all morning for the superintendent is at least somewhat salvageable.
- >Maybe it can be saved?
- >You quickly open the oven and gasp.
- “Oh, egads! My roast is ruined!”
- >The lump of meat Celestia bought from the butcher down the street was on fire, smoke and flames rising into the kitchen air.
- >Panicking, you close just slam the oven shut.
- >This is awful.
- >Every other visit with the Superintendent had gone awfully for you and your sister; you simply can’t mess this one up!
- >As the smoke continues to escape the oven, you walk over to the window so it can air out.
- >Then, you see it.
- >Right outside, a house or two away and across the street: potential salvation for today’s luncheon.
- >Its name is Krusty Burger.
- >Yes.
- >Yes, you and Celestia’s roast was ruined…
- “But...what if I were to fast food and disguise it as our own cooking?” you say, thinking aloud.
- >A sinister smile spreads across your face.
- “Oh ho, ho! Delightfully devilish, Luna…!” you say to yourself, ever-so connivingly.
- >You haven’t felt so deliciously diabolical since Celestia found out about that student you were fucking…
- >With little time to waste, you immediately try to raise your leg to crawl out the window.
- >HOWEVER…
- >...That fucking SKIRT Celestia said hugged your hips, prevents this from being an easy task.
- >That and, you know, you and Celestia haven’t gone to the yoga studio for a bit…
- >B-but it’s mostly because of the skirt, not your body or age, you swear!
- >When your right leg finally is almost out the window, you hear the click of the door.
- >“Ms. Luna, I—”
- >Superintendent Chalmers stops right in his tracks, going from staring at you to glaring…
- https://vocaroo.com/i/s1KXQO77irkn
- Luna with her crazy explanations! Superintendent's gonna need his medication! When he hears Luna's lame exaggerations, There'll be trouble in town tonight!
- “Superintendent! I was just, uh, just stretching my calves on the windowsill! Isometric exercise!” you say with a false smile. “Care to join me?”
- >His peering gaze shifts to the oven...
- >“Why is their smoke coming out of your oven, Ms. Luna?”
- “Uh? Oh— ”
- >You bring down your leg from the windowsill.
- “That isn’t smoke. It’s steam. Steam from the steamed clams we’re having! Mmm. Steamed Clams!”
- >He stares at you, at your tense smile, judging…
- >Then, with a terse nod, he closes the door, walking back to his seat in the dining room.
- >You wipe the sweat of your brow and practically JUMP out the window, running over to that Krusty Burger.
- >In heels.
- >Ouch.
- >OW.
- MOMENTS LATER
- >You walk back inside the dining room with a silver platter and cloche.
- >Meanwhile, Chalmers stuffs his napkin in his collar like a bib.
- >You always hate it when old people do that.
- >Makes you feel weird.
- >Nevertheless, you’re the hostess it seems, Celestia hasn’t come downstairs naked, so things must be going smoothly.
- >You place the platter down on the table.
- “Superintendent? I hope you’re hungry for some mouth-watering hamburgers,” you say eagerly.
- >Chalmers squints at the meal, then you as you take your seat.
- >“I thought we were having steamed clams.”
- “D’oh, no. I said steamed hams,” you laugh. “That’s what I call hamburgers.”
- >“...You call hamburgers ‘steamed hams’?”
- “Er, yes. It’s a regional dialect.”
- >“Uh-huh. What region?”
- >You quickly rack your brain for somewhere you once lived that could believably fool this old craggy thing of a man.
- >Only one place comes to mind.
- >“Uh, upstate New York.”
- >Chalmers, though intrigued and engaged with you, remains skeptical.
- >“Really? Well, I’m from Utica, and I’ve never heard somebody use the phrase ‘steamed hams.’”
- “Oh, not in Utica. No. It’s an Albany expression,” you explain.
- >“Ah. I see.”
- >He grabs a burger from the platter.
- >You, meanwhile, are already sipping down a much-needed glass of wine.
- >Celestia was right.
- >It is pretty strong…
- >“...You know,” begins Chalmers, “these hamburgers are quite similar to the ones they have at Krusty Burger.”
- “Oh ho ho, oh no! Sun & Moon Burgers™,” you say, laughing. “Patented family recipe.”
- >Chalmers doesn’t seem to laugh, though; in fact, he keeps totally still, his face unmoving.
- >He rarely seems human, sometimes, but more like an angry, large reptile, or a curmudgeonly komodo dragon.
- >“For steamed hams?” he asks in a stone-cold tone.
- “...Yes?”
- >“Yes. And you call these steamed hams despite the fact that they are obviously grilled.”
- >Before you can ask what he means, he reaches out to show you the grill marks on the patty of his bun.
- >You swallow the lump in your throat and find yourself sweating.
- “Ye...Ye-you know, the one thing...eh, uh...I should — excuse me for one second.”
- >“Mm. Of course.”
- >You quickly retreat into the kitchen and HOLY SHIT YOU FORGOT THE ROAST
- >...
- >Wow, just everything is in flames…
- >You know what?
- >Fuck this.
- >You walk back into the dining room, stretching out your arms and yawning.
- “Well, that was wonderful. A good time was had by all. I'm pooped.”
- >Chalmers stands up from his seat, looking at his watch.
- >“Mm, yes, I suppose — GOOD LORD! WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THERE!?”
- >You quickly look over your shoulder and see the door to the kitchen is left slightly ajar, leaving the flaming glow visible to Chalmers.
- “Arora Borealis,” you say, not even thinking.
- >Suddenly, a fire sparks in Chalmers’ eyes.
- >“AURORA BOREALIS!?!? AT THIS TIME OF DAY, AT THIS TIME OF YEAR, LOCALIZED ENTIRELY IN YOUR KITCHEN!?!?!?”
- “...Yes.”
- >There’s a quiet moment between you and the Superintendent.
- >And then?
- >The spark in his eyes?
- >It weakens.
- >“...May I see it?”
- “Mmm...No.”
- SECONDS LATER
- >You open the front door for Superintendent Chalmers; the tension has left your plastered-on smile as he walks out to your porch.
- >Then, you hear Celestia screaming from upstairs.
- >“LUNA! LUNA, THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!!!”
- >Or maybe it's from the windows...
- >Nevertheless, you chuckle.
- “No, sister, it’s just the northern lights!”
- >You mouth the word ‘delirious’ to Chalmers.
- >No doubt he thinks it's from the made-up Naked Mouth Fever your sister has fictitiously fallen victim to.
- >“Well, Ms. Luna, you’re an odd one,” he says with a contemplative pout.
- >It eases into a gentle smile.
- >“But you sure steam a good ham.”
- >For a second, as Chalmers walks back to his car, you smile at him, almost fooling yourself into thinking that this /was/ enjoyable.
- >That you /did/ steam a good ham, whatever the Hell that means.
- >And the strangest part?
- >The smile actually stays on your face...
- >“LUNA! HEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!!”
- >...That is until Chalmers looks back at the house, worried by your sister’s screaming.
- >You quickly widen your smile, thrusting out an exaggerated thumbs up to assure him that things are alright.
- >Again, he nods, steps into his car, and drives off.
- >Wow.
- >What an unforgettable luncheon.
- END
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