Authors Note:
Alright now we move on to Chapter Two! Thank you so much jojo123 for your comment, you were my first ever! All comments will be read and respected so don't be afraid to say anything. Sly Cooper and the characters of that franchise do not belong to me so please don't sue me!
Chapter Two: So Where Do I Sleep?
Sly's POV:
I landed on something soft. Now there was a first. Between acrobatic stunts and running from steroid pumped guards I never really got the chance to relish in a soft landing. But that wasn't even the best part, it was warm! Like when Bentley remembers to take our clothes to the laundromat (I'm pretty sure towels are not supposed to stand up like that) and they are fresh out of the dryer. Mmmmmm, so nice. That, and stealing all the loose change from the vending machines so Murray can satisfy his potato chip craving, is what makes life worth living. I snuggled my face into it and sighed deeply, it even smelt like fresh laundry. Then my pillow growled at me.
"Cooper, unless you have a death wish, get off my stomach." Carmelita threatened. I looked up at her and realized our scandalous positions. She was glaring at me from underneath her bangs with eyes I can only describe as angry chocolate (coming soon to a store near you) and legs sprawled by my sides. Is it bad that I could have laid there forever? My cheek fur reddened slightly as I scurried off of her. She rose hurriedly to her feet and smoothed out her skirt. Was that a blush I noticed? I glanced around at our surroundings, we were in a Grecian area with high pillars and a quaint village down below. The moonlight bathed the sea to the east and a dense mountainous range lay to the north. Very picturesque, almost like those cheesy postcards you find at tacky tourist traps. The question was when did we end up?
"Okay Carm," she shot a look at me that would've made lava freeze "We need to find a safe house."
I glanced at her knee, it was skinned and it oozed blood slowly. "Look, I know you love me acting nurturing and all but do you really have to injure yourself every time?" I grinned cheekily at her. Ooh,she made this too fun. She grit her teeth and growled, it was very menacing.
"Cooper, just find somewhere!" She sighed exasperatedly. I gripped my cane close and leaped onto a nearby hanging rope. Now was not the time for playful banter (although that seemed much more entertaining). Nope, now was the time for action! For leaping and running, and later warming up sore muscles. Fun. Carmelita was uneasy, it must have been her first time finding a safe house. Interpol usually supplied her living spaces and often they were cheap, but clean, motels. Her shock pistol hung limply on her side as she sashayed down the cobble road. Honestly, I don't even think she meant to sashay but it was entertaining to watch while I leaped nimbly from roof to roof.
Either I was losing my touch, or with this being more likely, previously distracted, but I almost ran into a guard! I immediately felt my heart leap out of my chest and dance a furious jig. But this guard was odd, upon closer inspection he appeared to be an unshaven shrimp. Not in size, mind you, but literally a shrimp! Carmelita noticed my sudden halt in progress and hid behind a marble statue in the middle of the village. I snuck deftly behind the shrimp, cane twirling steadily, and stealthily eliminated the threat. No sound; no remains. Directly below this guards patrol was a small apartment-sized building made of stucco. Low-hanging vines covered a small window and olive trees blocked the entrance. What a perfect safe house! I gestured to Carmelita brusquely and she nodded affirmatively. Upon entering, the room was a one-room dirt floor arrangement. On the walls hung fishing nets and glass bowls. Carmelita plopped on the ground and kicked off her boots. They flew towards me like leather projectiles, and only through nimble reflexes did I narrowly avoid impalement. She smirked smugly and tossed her cobalt tresses over her shoulder.
"So...where do I sleep?" I hung my cane gently on the fishing nets. She looked at me from her lounge position on the floor, and raised her eyebrow skeptically.
"Where do you think Cooper?" she muttered. Yep, she did this to herself. I copied her lounge beside her and wrapped my arms around her waist. "COOPER!?" she howled.
"Shush," I yawned "for one you'll alert the guards, for two it will get very cold very fast, and finally I'm sore Carm. It takes a lot to stay balanced and agile at the same time and your body is muy caliente." I nuzzled my face into her hair and quickly fell asleep. I heard Carmelita sigh softly.
"What am I going to do with you Sly?"
Post Note:
Thank you for reading and I will post chapter three as soon as I can. Comment and Review Please!