Snippet #2334906

Once the melody seized from the guitar, Mikayla paused in a frozen manner; looking quite silly as her arms were stretched out and one leg was lifted in the air. She pouted ever so gently, allowing her arms and legs to return to a normal stance. Head canted as she watched the male, then heard his words. "Wrong direction, kid."Head looked in the direction she came from, eyes watching the hallway for a moment. She returned her focus back to the male and shook her head gently, responding in a soft and slightly squeaky voice.

"Nut uh. You make the pretty music, so I came. I mean to come here."

She smiled, watching him pick up the mop. Mikayla looked around a moment to find a cloth, then dipped it in the bucket to dampen it. She wringed it out and walked over to the nearest item to the male. She began washing it and hummed the tune the male was just plucking out. Her lips were still within a smile, her head bouncing from side to side with the melody she now created. Hair flew in either direction as she did so, creating what looked like a sideways hand-banging; making her hair even more messy than it was before.

All of a sudden, the melody seized from her throat and she let out a gasp. She looked back to the male and smiled a bit larger toward him. The little girl realized she had not introduced herself. There were few to none she had spoken to, but she figured since it was just this guy and her, it would be polite to catch his name.

"I'm Mikayla. What's your name?"

Head was canted to the side, eyes dancing along his face. Her little brain began attempting to decide what a good name was for the male. More or less, she was attempting to guess what it was before he said it. A simple little game, but it entertained her so.