fandomhighdorms | Fifth Floor Common Room; Friday Afternoon [ 07/09 ]].

In the fifth floor common room, there was a girl, and this girl was currently sitting on the sofa, with a rolling pin in her hands. Of course, she had always thought of this useful culinary tool as a rofenflet, and she had not been lead to believe that it had anything to do with baking or dough.

It was, however, for flattening. That much was true. It was just that Ariel was using it to flatten her feet. Leaning back in the couch, rolling it over the soles of her feet, and it felt just marvelous! A little difficult to reach, but once you got your balance and the hang of it, it was pretty easy. All the time, Scuttle's explanation was going through her head. A Rofenflet, used by humans on their feet, because how else would they keep their feet so flat?

Ariel didn't want to lose the flatness of her feet! So, before deciding if she was going to do anything exciting today, she was tending to their rolling.

[[ I HAVE BEEN MEANING TO MAKE THIS POST SINCE I FIRST BROUGHT HER IN! Open common room is so very open! ]]

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James stared.

"Is that a new form of massage?" he asked, eyebrows raised, of the redhead who was currently using a kitchen appliance in a novel new way.

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Hm? Ariel turned her head toward...that one guy she hadn't seen in a little while and tilted her head at his suggestion. Then she moved the rofenflet, giving it a good look, and she shrugged. Sure! She could see it working a bit like that...

...at which point a rather good idea came to her and she smiled sweetly at him, holding the device out to him a little before turning away, just enough that her back was mostly to him in what she thought was a very clear suggestion that he should give it a try, and she was willing to offer her back to help him out.

James had seen a rolling pin before. He'd been attacked by one, at least twice. Possibly three times; it was dark, it was heavy when it smashed into the wall, it was a kitchen, he didn't know.

But this was Fandom.

It disturbed him that he accepted that as a reason. He shrugged it off and grabbed the ~~rofenflet~~ rolling pin from her. Another shrug. He kneeled on the couch next to her and placed it at the top of her shoulders and started rolling it down her back, gently.

Oooh, now that felt...interesting. Almost instantly, Ariel felt her back arch a little in a squirm. It kind of tickled! Mostly just going over the shoulders like that. This was convincing her that it was really probably mostly for feet...

If it were for feet, it wouldn't have handles. James worked it around her shoulders, rocking a bit to roll one side then the other, continuing down to about midback. It was...interesting.

And that seemed to roll out even more squirming and silent giggling. This wasn't working at all! Although it did feel nice, it was hardly a relaxing massage when you couldn't stop sniggering. So, laughing, Ariel held up her hands to the side a little, waving them to flag him to stop, stop! She had another idea that might work better.

James backed off, holding the pin in one hand, the other on the couch, concerned. "Did it hurt?" he asked, wondering if he was doing it wrong...er. Was she...giggling?

(it's bad to FH at a restaurant, no? Afk! :D )

Totally giggling. And Ariel was giggling a little more as she shook her head. She held up a finger, and then pointed to the pin, then the floor. Since pointing could only get an explanation so far, she then scooted off from the couch and just went ahead and went to the floor. She stretched out on her stomach.

Of course you couldn't do a massage with a rofenflet sitting! You had to lie down. She folded her arms under her chin for a pillow and waited.

Of course! This made more sense. He left the couch and had a dilemma: move to the side or straddle? The side, for now: it was safer and involved less chance of misunderstanding.

And now, more massage. She should owe him one next.

Time would have to tell about reciprocation.

For right now? This was definitely more the way to do it. Ariel sighed and relaxed, with just minimal squirming this time. Mmmm. Rofenflet massage.

Fine then, James would make sure his voice was heard.

"You must return the favor sometime, you know."

He was becoming hypnotized or tranced from the repetitive motions. Her squirming didn't help.

Spock entered the common room in search of sustenance (and, he supposed, interaction), saw the girl rolling her feet, and asked her bluntly, "What are you doing?"

Ariel glanced over at the boy entering the room, gave him a smile, and then nodded to her feet. Wasn't it obvious? She gave it a few more good rolls before then offering the rofenflet to him. Would he like to give it a try? She was probably good for at least a few more weeks.

"I thank you," Spock said gravely, "but I have no use for it at present." He didn't know how to bake anything, for one thing, and could not imagine why one would apply a rolling pin to their feet.

Ariel shrugged, because suit himself, and returned to her own rolling. She figured a little extra wouldn't hurt, and, besides, it kind of got to be a little fun after a while.

"Why are you...rolling...your feet?" Spock asked her. Maybe specificity would help him get an answer.

And again, Ariel glanced over at the boy, though this time her expression was less amused, and much more plantation. She quirk a brow.

Why wouldn't she? Did she look like someone who'd want non-flat feet?

Should he know what she was doing? Because he didn't. Maybe it was one of those things teenage humans did for no readily apparent reason whatsoever. "I see. Carry on," he said, his tone mostly flat but with hints of 'baffled.'

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