Kish looked up from his work, pausing in mid-whistle. A dark figure loomed above him. "You are wasting your talents," it said, its voice sounded male. Kish had almost no reaction except to subtly hide his work.
"Oh really?" He asked, only mildly interested. "Then what do you suggest I do?"
"Come with me." And they both teleported away.
"Get back here!"
"No! Tbpp! Go away! Hahaha!" As usual, Tart had stolen something of Pai's and was now running away. "Oof! Wha'd I trip on?" Asked Tart, puzzled. He looked at the ground. On the floor was a pile of wooden figures. Tart picked one up. It was hard to tell what it was, but it looked kind of like a creature of some sort. "Ow!" Pai had caught up. He had just walloped Tart on the head.
"Give it back now!" demanded Pai
"Whazzup?" asked Tart, nonplused. Pai sighed and plucked something from Tart's grasp and teleported away. A moment later he was back from putting it away. He was bright red. Tart wasn't quite sure if it was from embarrassment or from anger. "What? Didn't want me to know something? Hmm?" Tart teased. Pai ignored him, squatting down to see the wooden figures on the floor.
"These are humans."
"What? Oh yeah, if you have a really good imagination," said Tart scornfully. Quickly, Pai counted them.
"There are five. Do you think that Kish was going to use the figures to map out strategies?" Pai asked.
"For an invasion?" asked Tart eagerly, "Either that, or he was trying to do voodoo. I'll go ask him," and with that, he teleported away. Soon, he poked his head around the corner. "Pa-ai!"
"What?" snapped Pai.
"Do you know what?" asked Tart.
"No, what?" asked Pai exasperatedly. Grinning wickedly, Tart held up a pair of Kish's boxers. "Put that back! You can't just go through Kish's private stuff!" exclaimed Pai, snatching it from Tart. Tart suddenly froze, no longer trying to get it back.
"Hey. Where IS Kish?"