"WHERE'S. MY. DAGGER!?" A yell filled with such amazing fury sounded throughout the entire tree house-hide out. Everyone with in range of ear winced, recognizing whom the voice came from-and exactly what was to come for whoever took the possession-."He better start praying to the spirits now because that's the only thing that can save him." Smellerbee spat out the words in a angry whisper as she stomped across the rope bridge, up the ladder, and across the zip line, and marched straight into Longshot's tent. She saw him laying asleep on an old worn sleeping mat, a blanket -filled with holes from it's years of use- draped over his long, thin body. But his peaceful state definitely couldn't keep her from marching over. Smellerbee bent down beside Longshot and gripped the two side corners of the mat he laid on, and didn't hesitate the slightest before jerking it upwards, rolling him right from his sleeping place.
With a drowsy grunt Longshot hit the floor. He glanced up at her through sleep longing eyes, pulling himself to a sitting position.
"Do you really have to ask? You know what's the matter." Smellerbee snapped at him, her jaw clinching in unbearable anger. "This is low, way out of bounds, you crossed the line, Longshot!" The term 'out of bounds' was used to make sure he understood she was talking about their game of pranks they had in progress. The goal of the game was only to see who could drive the other completely crazy first. So far things like putting a hog monkey in the others tent and hiding the others arrows in different places and leaving notes with poorly drawn pictures as clues as to where the next one is was what it had consisted of.
Longshot's brow furrowed, his face clear with obvious confusion.
"You know what i'm talking about! You took my dagger!" Smellerbee shouted, his denial only fueling her anger, she had hoped he would at least own up to his deed, maybe with a sly grin, or a 'innocent' shrug, anything but this!
Longshot shook his head, he was beginning to look at her as if she were completely insane.
"UGH! Longshot, Just-... Give it back and we'll forget it. You win the game, i give up." Smellerbee hissed from between clenched teeth.
But she only received another odd look from him.
"This isn't funny anymore, You win the game, Longshot, i said i give up! Give it back. PLEASE." Smellerbee walked to the other side of the tent and picked up his white hand wraps; using the shortest strand, she waved it around as a white flag, signaling her defeat.
Now Longshot looked amused, A grin widened on his lips, a laugh threatening to escape. His amusement made Smellerbee's face light up; bright red.
"Shut up. Just give them to me." Smellerbee folded her arms defensively, turning her face in attempt to hide her glowing cheeks.
Now footsteps were heard on the wooden platform, A small Freedom Fighter walking into the tent-His Helmet falling over his eyes-drew both of the other's attention.
"Not now, 'Duke." Smellerbee's glare heaving a grave warning to the 8 year old.
"Oh, alright, 'll just go put this in your tent than," The Duke said, holding up a object that made Smellerbee's face grow only brighter, but her anger vanished. "I found your dagger by the river, you must'a forgot it when you took a bath last night." He said calmly, not having a single clue about the ordeal that was made over said dagger only seconds ago.
"Oh, Uh.. Right. Thanks 'Duke." Smellerbee bashfully took the dagger from the boy's hands before she cleared her throat; dismissing The Duke before turning back to Longshot, who had a grin so smug on his face that it made apologizing all the worse. "Err-.. Sorry, I guess." She mumbled, her face only brightening; causing a rare laugh to escape from Longshot's lips.
"Our game isn't over." She declared before holding her head high and marching from the tent without allowing him another say on the matter.