AN: I don't own.
The ABC Song
"No-Face, don't eat all the crumpets!" Zeniba hissed, watching in awe as No-Face daintily wiped his... mouth... with a napkin, crumbs hitting the table as he did.
"Uh!" He said, a frown readable on his lips.
Zeniba shook her head, snapping her fingers so another plate of buttered crumpets would appear in the center of the table. No-Face reached for one, but Zeniba smacked his hand away angrily. "No more!" She snapped, narrowing her eyes when he turned his mask to the floor.
"Uh, uh, uh..." He mumbled under his breath, and Zeniba's head snapped forward immediately.
"What did you say, Mister?" Her voice was like razorblades cutting into No-Face's... vapor.
"Uh, uh, uh!" He drifted from his spot at the table and hurriedly floated to the floral print couch in the living room, continuing to make noises under his breath.
"Oh! I wish you could talk you - you arrogant, crumpet-eating, thing!" Zeniba yelled, clapping her hands together.
There was a bright flash, and the area around No-Face filled with mist.
It took a little while before he slowly got off of the couch and turned around to face Zeniba, who was smiling smugly to herself. "Now, what were you saying under your breath, thinking I couldn't hear you? I'm not that old, you know!" Zeniba glared at No-Face and planted her hands on her hips.
"Tell me No-Face!" She said angrily.
"I give you the ability to talk and you don't even use it! Tell. Me." Zeniba spat, picking up a decorative blue rock and throwing it through No-Face. They hadn't been on the best of terms lately, considering whenever No-Face said something, Zeniba took it to offence, thinking he was saying something about her.
"I was..." He started, his voice sounding foreign to his own body.
"Singing the ABC song!" His hands flew up in annoyance before he angrily floated away, singing the words to the ABC song under his breath as he went.