Author's note: This is my first fan fiction. I hope to add more chapters to this, but I currently don't have any ideas, so a PM would be appreciated. Also, if anyone has any title suggestions, I'd love to hear it. Please comment!
Hemi sat with the book in his lap, listening to it drone on quietly about nothing of importance, surrounded by the greenery of the house forest. Everyone else was asleep, yet he could feel eyes watching him from somewhere in the surrounding vines. He watched Deeba sleep a few meters away, coated in the soft glow from the muted television. It was late, and he had been keeping watch for a while, but he didn't want to sleep just yet.
"It's not polite to stare," the book said finally, interrupting its own speech.
Hemi averted his eyes quickly and said in an indignant whisper, "I was not staring at no one!"
If the book had eyebrows, they would be raised smugly. "Oh, of course not. I suppose you were staring at the money she owes you that you've already earned in her pocket?"
He blushed. "Keep you're voice down," he breathed, glancing at Deeba anxiously. "What you getting at anyway?"
"You tell me," it said.
"Oh shtum, or I'll throw you into the trees and leave you there," Hemi muttered, and the book fell silent, quietly amused at the threat.
In the morning, he let Deeba sleep, telling himself it was only fair, since it was her quest. When she woke up, angry at being the last one awake and demanding to know why no one had bothered to get her up sooner, Hemi looked away. The book made a knowing noise in its nonexistent throat, and he shoved it roughly with his foot.