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// Recovered Transcript of The Bloodflame Residence (S2E9)- “The Babysitter”//
“But MOOOOOOOM! I don’t wanna’ another babysitter!” Gigi trails behind Liz in her orange spotted onesie
“Well too bad young lady! Because she’s already on the way here.” Liz cruised through the kitchen, then into the front hall. She fixes up her sleeves while Gigi chews her ears out
“If you think about it, mother, having a babysitter is rather costly and blah blah blah,
blah blah? Blah blah blah. Blah!”
Babbling on and on why she should just spend the rest of the day unsupervised
‘Thank goodness I don’t have to deal with… this all day’
Liz thinks, using a mirror to aid in fixing her tuxedo.
“Liz! Liz!”
Raora dramatically barges into the scene clad in a maroon sheath dress
“Do you know where my pearl necklace iss?”
“Around your neck, darling”
she points at her wife’s neck, simultaneously affixing her tie
Raora looks down to find her pearl necklace draped around her neck, she makes a delighted squeal before scampering off with a “Thank you! Thank you!” on the way back
Liz smiled, rolling her eyes.
She suddenly felt a tug on her trousers, it was Gigi of course- who is now banging at her with her stubby little fists, chanting continuously- “MOM! MOM! MOM!”
In a faintly exasperated motion, Liz crossed her shoulders
“You want uppies Gigi? Is that it?”
“WHAT?! No-”
“TOO LATE”
She raised the child high in the air, prompting a scream from the latter before setting her down in her arms
“DAMNIT MO-”
“Shh.”
Liz swiftly places a finger over her lip
“You swore. No talking for at least half a minute”
“Grrrr”
Gigi crosses her arms in a derpy display of frustration
“I don’t see why Cece can’t watch over me instead…”
Before Elizabeth can answer that, Raora barges in again
“Liz! Do you know where my dance shoes are?”
“Have you checked the shoe cabinet, love?”
“Ah! ok!~”
As she was saying…
“Gigi… Cece’s barely older than you, you can’t expect two kids to take care of each other on their own properly… plus she did annul the state of Georgia, so she’s grounded for the weekend”
“Greetings mother”
“Mornin’ Cece”
“Do you understand Gigi?’
“Yeah I guess….”
“Atta-
Wait….
CECE!??!”
“Yes?”
From the kitchen, Cece pours herself a tri-mixture of Ravencrofters Jelly, Ina Milk and Goomba-branded flat bread.
“What are yo-”
“Liiiiz sweetheart~, could you help me find-”
“COAT RACK!”
“Ah~ ok, thank you~!”
She turns back to look at her daughter, delightfully munching on the couch
“Hi mum, you want some?”
“No thank you…” she declined “Cece…”
“Yes mum?”
“How’d you get out of your room?”
“I went through the door” She chomps down on the spoon
“But we locked your door? Thrice? With chains, padlocks- the whole shebang!”
Cece makes a punching motion with her hand
“Like I said- ‘through’ the door”
Speechless… absolutely speechless. Elizabeth sighed with her index finger by the ready just before saying
Ring-Ring~
“Oh, she’s here!” She rushes to the front door
She turns
“You two better be on your best behaviour!”
Cece gives a salute while Gigi’s fixated on whatever low-brow children’s program is on, the bright colors dancing off her pearly eyes
Elizabeth sighs. Making her way to the front door, dusting herself off out of habit, she hears Raora
“Elizabeth…”
“Yes Raora?”
“I need your help to find me something…”
A regretful frown forms as quickly as it disappears on Liz’s face
“What is i-”
Elizabeth finds her wife’s hands cupped against her cheeks (NOT THOSE ONES!) and they’re now face-to-face.
Elizabeth’s all red when she sees her wife in her full outfit, her fur coat made Raora look like a powerful lioness…
“~Where’s my kiss~?” Raora beckoned, resting her wife’s chin between her fingers
Liz gives her a sincerely elated smile before bobbing her head down for a smooch
“Thank you, love~”
“Are you ready?”
“I’m ready.”
The couple stepped out the door to greet the new babysitter.
Gigi springs out of her trance, scampering for the front door
“Gigi, wait- eh whatever…”
Cece takes another bite, changing the channel to something more sophisticated
(It’s the same show on a different channel)
Meanwhile Gigi already has her ears on the door, her head almost pressed against the surface.
All the formalities have been settled by the sounds of it…
“So..uh.. what’s the occasion?”
“Oh nothing too fancy~” The couple huddled in a tight embrace “Me and the missus are off to see the Minecraft movie!”
Calli made a look as if though she just woke up and saw the sun, she checks her watch and it reads- 9:00 AM
“All… 1 hour of it?”
“1 hour and 41 minutes of it!” Liz smirked, the couple looked at each other, barely containing her pride as they nuzzled noses
“Times 8!” Raora added all giddy with a rich smile
“We’ve bought 16 tickets”
The couple nodded and swayed about all bashful like. Their eyes -half-lidded- filled with pure bliss and whimsy- while Calli’s is just downright perplexed
The babysitter cleared her throat
“Uhh… you do realize it’s like… 2003 right?”
“Yeh.” Liz beamed
‘Eh, can’t argue with that’
Thought Calli
“Cool- erm… Have fun, Mrs. & Mrs. Bloodflame”
Calli said half-heartedly, waving them goodbye
Gigi tries to ear something out but by now the conversation’s gone quiet
WHAPOW!
The door is driven into her face.
Gigi lets out a blood-curdling “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Calli, shook to her core, started immediately checking inside to see what she’d hit and apparently it’s the loudest child in the world.
Calli’s already soiling her breeches despite not even being in the house yet.
Closing the door, she looks back outside- the happy couple is happily chanting
“CHICKEN JOCKEY” as they pull out of the driveway
Calli, relieved, sighs before opening the door again
Hitting Gigi in the foot
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAH”
Horrified, she rushes inside, slamming the door shut while Gigi writhes in the ground, palms on her face while wailing back and forth
‘Now don’t you panic Calli… you only hit a child- OH MY GOD!!!!! YOU JUST HIT A F*CK*NG CHILD!!!!!’
“F*CK F*CK F*CK-”
She notices Cece on the couch, staring a her
“I mean- errr.. Cr*p- NO!! I MEANT, SH*T NO I- I…”
Cece takes a bite from her bowl
…
“B*lls… -wait that’s a swear!?”
(offscreen)
“It’s contextual’
“Contextual my *ss!- awww d*mnit…”
“-AAAAAAAAAAAAAHH”
“Aw b*lls!”
She rushes towards the little gremlin girl, cradling her on the ground
As the pain subsided, Gigi winced and rubbed her eyes. As her vision began to clear she's graced with this absolute goddess of a woman- her streak of flowing rose coloured hair, her buxom figure barely concealed under her T-shirt and skinny jeans and her voice -whoo mama- just emanating masculine maturity, but not too mature, maturer than Gigi- a pre-teen girl but still that of a young woman. Her voice… If Gigi had paid attention in English class (or any class really), she’d describe it as listening to it make no sense of time or space, her mouth moves but no sound comes out- everything- from the TV or the sound of a car swooping fell silent. Then suddenly, as she utters her final words, she makes such sweet sounds with her voice…
“Are you… like… okay?”
Gigi’s little heart worked overtime, warming up her face in a soft red palette. She’s too stunned to speak but if she could… she would only mutter ever so slightly, with admiration in her eyes and feelings- familiar, new, made sense, no sense; all churning quickly in her gut, she would say under her breath…
“What a woman…”