Author's Note: Hai. Ahma bored. So yahz.
"You okay?"
Mr. L hung upside-down in mid-air, wings beating at the air effortlessly. He held his cap in his hands, and he was watching his jester friend concernedly. Dimentio was sitting, glum-looking, on Mr. L's desk chair. He looked dully up at his friend and didn't even attempt a smile.
"Wassup?" repeated L.
"Nothing," said Dimentio through gritted teeth. "Now I would appreciate it, Mr. L, if you would leave me alone, like a... a... oh, forget it."
"C'mon Dimmy," taunted Mr. L, flipping the right way up and zooming up to Brobot's eye. "You can tell Uncle L what's up."
"I'm about fifty billion years older than you, Mr. L," growled the jester.
"And you certainly look it," said L seriously, waving his wrench around before setting to work again. He swore as he accidentally spilt some oil on his pants. "Damn. And just when I had 'em cleaned, too."
Dimentio glared at his friend for his lack of sympathy. L, getting the picture, sighed before hurling his wrench over his shoulder. It landed in the open toolbox on the floor with a clang. Smirking self-satisfactorily, Mr. L dove towards the ground before pulling up and landing cleanly on his feet.
"So what's up?" asked L.
Dimentio sighed and removed his jester hat, before running his hand through his dark hair. "Mimi beat me," he said finally.
"Beat you? In what? Dress sense?"
Dimentio rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in the air comically. "Oh, ha ha ha. Absolutely witty. My sides hurt from mirth."
"You are no fun at all, y'know that?" sighed Mr. L, shaking his head and folding his arms.
"Sometimes I wonder how I became your best friend."
"That makes two of us."
Dimentio groaned. "Anyway, Mimi beat me in this bet we had."
"You bet?"
"Against Mimi, yes. Crazy."
"No. I mean... you bet?"
"In general, yes."
"Wow," said Mr. L, running a hand through his own hair before jamming his cap on. "Interesting. Innnnteresting."
"ANYWAY," continued Dimentio, "we bet that O'Chunks would be able to do one-hundred push-ups in five minutes."
"You bet that?"
"No, Mimi did."
"Well, how could've you lost?"
"I bet he could do it in one."
"Ah."
"He was standing a few feet away!" exclaimed Dimentio, in answer to Mr. L's raised eyebrow and disbelieving look. "I tell you, there was no way I could have worded it without hurting the great baboon's feelings!"
"Well, ya could've said it quietly. Behind his back. Like me."
Dimentio stuck his bottom lip out and crossed his arms. "Well, we wagered that if Mimi lost, she was to be my maid for the day. The sad thing was, that was my punishment as well, were I to lose."
"And you lost," said Mr. L flatly.
"Oh, well it's nice to know that someone cares," said Dimentio sarcastically.
Mr. L smiled sweetly. "It is, isn't it?"
