Don't you just love those squishy pillows?!
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Just Ed-
Faye left her room, money in pocket, and walked to the 'family' room. "I'm going out." She said to Jet, who seemed to be the only other person on the Bebop besides Ed. She was just about to start walking to her ship when Jet stopped her.
"Where are you going?" he asked in a demanding voice. 'Where else, but to the horse races?' she thought, that was one of the only places she went and Jet knew it.
"I'm just going out for a little bit she said. She walked to her ship and left, leaving Jet alone with the little girl. Jet sighed and sank down into the couch. It seemed that no one wanted to spend-thwap-time-thwap-with-thwap-. "Okay, what the hell is that..."-thwap- Jet was getting irritated as would anyone if you heard a noise like it was right next to you but saw and felt nothing. Jet liked behind him, seeing Ed with a smile on her face. And was that a pillow in her hands?-Thwap- Yeah that's what it sounded like, but when it hit him it formed around his head. "Ed, where did you get that? And what is it?" Jet had to know.
"Faye-Faye's room! Twisted pillow!" Ed busted out laughing. She hit him again with the pillow.
"What do you mean 'twisted pillow'?" jet asked as the pillow formed around his head once more.
"Squishie pillow, twisted pillow, funny pillow." Ed sang. –Thwap-. Jet flinched this time, that noise!
Several hours later……….
It seemed that Ed had given up on hitting Jet, for she was no longer to be seen. Spike walked in and fell into the couch. "Hey Jet, what's for dinner?" Spike asked immediately.
Jet stood with an irritated look on his face. "You're gone all day and when you do come home all you care about is dinner!? You could at least say 'Hey Jet, do anything fun today?' or 'Hey Jet, how was your day?' But no, all you care about is dinner! Do you have any idea what I've been put through today?"
Spike had a blank stare, "So, are we having dinner?" Jet shook his head and set on the table.
"You just don't get it. After all I've been through today…"
"What could've been so –thwap-…" Spike stopped and Jet smirked. It looked like Ed had found a new target. He headed to the kitchen to make dinner. Spike could handle a few hours of Ed hitting him in the head.