A few crashes were heard in the large kitchen. MMX, the older of the two, was trying to make a nice chicken dinner. But knowing her, it couldn't be managed. The once, not mangled chicken was sitting there on the counter still having jagged pieces of plastic, the female screeched in anger as some blood splattered on the now not white counter.
After a little while she managed to cut the chicken into slightly smaller pieces. But she ended up getting frustrated anyway and yanked out a cupcake pan instead of a tin by accident.
"FUUUUUuudge ripple?..."
She just sighed and threw the small bits of chicken into the cupcake holes. When that was accomplished she tried to force the pan into the oven. Yet in the process of doing so, she burnt herself. She shrieked and slammed the oven shut.
Suddenly the door opened and in came the younger female. She stopped in her tracks and stared, open mouthed at the angry girl with a bloodied knife and a blood covered counter. MMX's eyes widened as she dropped the knife, barley missing her foot. And with a not-so-quiet curse, she looked back at the shocked Merlyn. "ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I SWEAR!!"
"Um, sure. But oh my god, you are cleaning it up this time." Merlyn calmly stated. It was then she noticed the chicken cupcakes now sitting on the stove top. Her face scrunched up in confusion but didn't question it. "Good luck on your chicken-cakes by the way." And without another word she walked up the stairs.
