[Milliways: Mel and Lilly's Living Room]

[slayer_fray]

There's been a lot going on with the tenants of suites 132 and 134, what with Slaying and grabbing and invalids and blossoming romances and relaunching businesses and security and bartending and things. A lot.

What there hasn't been, in someone's very important opinion, is enough Stampy-loving.

And when there's not enough Stampy loving, bad things happen.

Like sacred dedicated scythe-like weapons that certain miniphants won't let go off, no matter how much dangling-from-her-trunk it involves.

"No, really, Bignose, I hafta go to work."

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[slayer_fray]

Stampy's encouraged by Daddy's lack-of-discouragement and kicks happily at Mel's hands. She's winning!

"Oh, you're so getting a pounding."

It's not quite obvious who she's talking to.

[mnt_mike]

He tries very hard not to laugh. So very very hard indeed.

"You don't, you know, by any chance need a hand, do you?"

[slayer_fray]

"Mike!"

Give the girl a hand already!

[mnt_mike]

Mike sniffs once, tilts his neck in such a way that the bones crack in a manly fashion, and gets to his feet.

He doesn't cut a very imposing figure, but there is a slight level of menace about him. Sadly it's mostly of the Dennis variety.

"Stampy. Stand down."

[slayer_fray]

Stampy looks at Mike out of the corner of her eye.

If she lets go, Auntie Mel leaves, then Daddy goes back to bed and Auntie Lilly's not around and Uncle Indy's with Aunt Moon.

And she's not going to Uncle Raph.

Snuffling, she tightens her grip on the scythe

[mnt_mike]

"Huh...normally that works. Oh wait, I've got it."

Mike again attempts to muster all of his limited supply of menace.

"Mel. Stand down."

[slayer_fray]

Mel eyes him.

[mnt_mike]

"Whaaaaaat. I had to try! I mean, it was either that or try and make her a scythe in her size, and it's too early for that level of arts and crafts."

Too early for Mike, he means.

[slayer_fray]

Mel glares at Mike, then at Stampy. Then she rather unceremoniously drops the scythe.

Only, she angles it so Stampy can make floor contact first.

"Fine, I'll just ask Bar for stakes."

[mnt_mike]

Now it's his turn to cringe. While he's well aware of the fact that she can take care of herself, he'd prefer she go on patrol with something more than just stakes. Something like a long range weapon of sorts. Something along the lines of her Scythe.

Clearly it's Mike's turn to wrestle with the mini-phant.

"Well...rrrr...in theory...leggo...sure...damnit..."

[slayer_fray]

See, now it's Mike wrestling, Mel can sit on the edge of the couch and watch.

"Cause actual demons are really rare, so it's not like I'll

need

to behead anything."

[mnt_mike]

But...ferthaluva...it's...LEGGO...it's more humane way of putting people down."

Damn Stampy really is good at this game. Automatically Mike blames Raph for this.

[slayer_fray]

"They turn to dust anyway," Mel points out.

[mnt_mike]

"Most things do when they die...you know, eventually."

He's down on the ground now, attempting what looks more like a pull tug than a true game of tug o' war.

[slayer_fray]

"Not as quick as lurks do," Mel says.

She stands, and crosses the room in a couple of strides, grabbing Stampy around the middle.