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Kit parked right beside Olaf's car and got into the house she presumed belong to an unfortunate character. The door had been left opened and she let herself in.
Already she could hear someone muffling. "What do we have here?" she asked once she saw Olaf and the man with hooks for hands from his theatre troupe, Fernald; them, and the man they had kidnapped, who was at that moment, tied up, gagged, and on the floor of his living room.
"Quiet, can't you see we have a prisoner with us?" Olaf said, too focused on said man to look at her.
Kit rolled her eyes, already used to his attitude. "And I take it you'll be dealing with him soon?" On her way Kit had learned that the man was Gustav, Montgomery's assistant.
Olaf however, was still too engrossed in his scheme. "I apologize, sir. But you're sacrifice is all for the greater good, I assure you." He turned to Fernald. "Bring him to the station, we wouldn't want him to miss his train."
Fernald lifted Gustav up and carried him over his shoulder. After giving Kit a quick nod, he and the poor assistant exited the house.
It was only then that Olaf finally looked at Kit. "Odd." he said.
Kit frowned. "What is?"
Olaf stepped closer to her. "You didn't even try to stop me from killing the man. Usually you'd be spilling all your good, moral advice before I'd even gagged him. Don't tell me you have a fever?" He touched her forehead then and she restrained herself from reacting. She didn't want him to know that she had missed his touch.
Kit noticed that Olaf lingered much longer than necessary before withdrawing his hand.
She coughed to fill the silence she didn't want to descend upon them. "I told you, I simply wish to watch."
Olaf narrowed eyes briefly before shrugging. "Well, if you haven't nagged me yet then I suppose-"
Kit interrupted him with a laugh. "What do you mean nag?"
"You used to do it constantly. Remember when I got us tickets to this one show? And you kept reminding me not to leave them at home?"
She crossed her arms, smiling. "And what happened?"
He paused. "I really did end up leaving them and we didn't get into the show."
"But, the night still went on, and it was much more wonderful, in fact."
Olaf raised an eyebrow. Waiting for her to continue. "You and your theatre troupe did the show yourselves in your backya-"
"Theatooour"
"-theatooour. Which to me was probably better than the show we were supposed to have seen."
Olaf smiled, remembering as well. When he and Kit were rejected entry to that particular show, he saw how disappointed she was and badly wished to correct his mistake. So he called up his troupe, assigned himself and them roles, and held a show, with her as the only audience member. He'll never forget her applause, her laughter, her smile, how grateful she was,
And the kiss she gave him after the performance.
Olaf noticed her blushing and concluded that she was thinking of the same thing. "Yes, that was a marvelous night, wasn't it?" he asked.
She nodded, the blush ever present.
And it was Olaf's turn to cough. "Speaking of performances, now that Gustav has been taken care of, I will be taking on the role of Montgomery's new assistant."
She smiled, and Olaf knew she already knew. "Oh? And do I get to meet this new character of yours?"
Olaf smirked. "If you wish my dear. But I warn you, he may not be as attractive as I. Don't be so disappointed."
She laughed- and oh how wonderful it was to hear that laugh again- as he went to go change into his disguise.
Olaf came back, as another person, dressed in a yellow coat, had glasses on and even sported an askew moustache. "Hello there, I am Stephano, and I am an Italian man." He said in a nasally voice.
Kit smiled. She had forgotten how serious Olaf could be once he had gotten into the role. "Good day Mr. Stephano, I'm Kit."
"Well you are certainly a beauty. Your boyfriend is one lucky guy, I assure you."
She rolled her eyes. "I don't have one, I'm afraid."
Stephano feigned shock. "If you don't mind me saying, I find that hard to believe. But, since you're available I think I have just the guy for you."
Kit decided that it was time for the conversation to take an interesting turn. "Trust me Mr. Stephano, I have my eyes on one man in particular already."
She noticed how he almost stumbled, and that his eyes widened. Stephano adjusted his glasses. "And- and- uhm, who would that be?"
"I'm afraid I don't know you well enough to divulge that information." she said, a smirk playing on her lips.
"Kit, that's hardly-" his voice changed back to that of Olaf's before he corrected himself. "-I mean, well, you never know, maybe I do happen to know this man. In particular. Specifically. Possibly."
She considered it a victory to have him come out of character, however brief it may have been. "I'm sure you do. And he's quite handsome. Sweeps me off my feet too." She leaned in closer, lips almost touching his. "His kisses take my breath away."
Stephano leaned in as well, but Kit quickly stepped back, causing Stephano to almost stumble once more. "Perhaps I'll tell you more some other time. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Stephano."
Kit heard the groan as she left the house.
Count Olaf, after much whining from Fernald, finally decided to stop by a restroom for his associate. Luckily there was a convenience store.
While Fernald was busy, the Count inspected the convenience store's contents. But found something, rather someone much interesting.
Kit Snicket was there as well.
"Did you hear?" she asked, "there's this Italian man, Stephano, wanted for murdering Dr. Montgomery. Imagine that. Now those poor Baudelaire children have to go look for another guardian.
Her acting was getting better, he supposed. Olaf decided to play along. "Indeed, that Stephano must have been a truly wicked man."
"Well I heard he was quite the looker."
Olaf blushed.
"Though not as handsome as you I imagine."
He blushed even more. But thankfully, he still had the mind to grin. "Well, I'm hardly surprised, Though still flattered you think so." Olaf noticed Fernald was making his way back, and as much as he wanted to spend more time with Kit, especially when she had gotten so much more playful, he still had to track the children.
"I apologize, but I must be going. However I am certain I'll be seeing you again soon, Kitten." He grabbed her by the wrist and kissed her hand, lingering a while. Olaf gave her a wicked grin, winked at her, and went back to his car, with Fernald trailing behind him.
Olaf didn't comment that she was wearing the exact same dress from the first night she had said yes to a date with him.
Kit could still feel his lips on her hand as he drove away. She also didn't comment on the fact that Olaf had called her by the old nickname he had given her.