Unaccustomed Affections

Alright you guys! Faster update this time, huh? :D LOL I rather liked this chapter… But I feel that I'm progressing the "like" for the character's too fast… Do you think Tobor's feelings are too quick? Or is it okay? I mean, it's not like he's jumping the gun and saying "OMG! I love her!" or nothing… But yeah…

Again, again, I am completely (ish) deviating away from the game and kinda making up my own stuff.. So no one get offended okay? Oh yeah, and most probably OOC'ness for the game characters as well… :D Hahaha.

Anyway! I hope you like the third chapter of Unaccustomed Affections. To all you following, reviewing, new comers and whatmayhaveyou please enjoy and thanks a bunch! Crazy-Pairing-Girl, please enjoy‼ :D

Chapter 3; Building Your Dreams

Unfortunately for Tobor, his plans to "build his dream" and start a restaurant business don't start off as fast as he would have hoped. In fact, the whole thing pretty much sizzles right up to a "sit and wait" sort of situation… It is very frustrating for him, to have his dream of escaping so close to becoming a reality- and it doesn't even go anywhere.

First off, he doesn't even have a restaurant to begin thinking about starting a business- say nothing of any materials to prepare food, make a house or anything. He doesn't have any money to buy any of that stuff either; he basically has nothing, even the drive to start his new dream is wearing off in the harsh face of reality. His new job, his great dream, is now just a pathetic fantasy that will not be fulfilled in the near or distant future.

And to top it off, Rebecca has the gall to tell him to stand sheepishly before him, and say, "Sit tight for a bit… 'kay? I'll help you fulfill your dream, don't worry! Just, the others… They need help too… And I promised to build their house after I helped you get your body fixed…" She trails off before Alexia drags her away. Rebecca's look is apologetic, but Tobor feels slightly hurt that she isn't going to help him first. After all, she had chosen to help him first in the very beginning- why couldn't she help him out now?

"I'll help you, don't worry!"

Worry? Tobor thinks to himself, feeling irritated and sadly disappointed, Why should I worry? Should have known that humans wouldn't help out a different person then their own species. They never, ever, help anyone else out besides themselves. I should know that human promises are more worthless than the dirt I am standing on…. Still, even as he rants and rants over it, Tobor has nothing else but to sit and wait. What can he do, with nothing to help him do anything? Besides, he had no job now, after quitting his onlyone. He is a free bird until he finally gets his dream up and going… if that is ever going to happen.

Tobor stares up at the greyish sky, and sighs. Sitting in the middle of grey, dreary rocks, the only thing in sight a giant grey mountain of rock and the dark blue sea is not making him feel any better. Of course, he had nowhere else to go, really. He does not particularly feel like seeing any humans right now- and, of course, Tobor can only feel agitation and anger towards them right now. They have taken Rebecca, the girl who is supposed to help him, away. He just can't face that right now.

So, in more plain terms, Tobor is sulking.


Hours later, Vic suddenly comes running towards him. He nearly trips on the various rocks gutting out of the ground, "Tobor…!" He huffs, as he comes to a halt besides the irate robot, "F-Found you!" He points out, as he leans against the mountainside, "You- You gotta come…huff… See… The wicked awesome… house- huff- Rebecca built for us! Haa…" Vic bends down to the ground, holding himself up by his arms bracing his knees. Tobor sighs, before turning away from Vic. He's still in a bad mood about the whole thing- and hearing that the house she made was "wicked" was just making him even more sulky.

Suddenly, his arm is being tugged, "Come on! Quit sulking around! Come see the house~!" Vic exclaims, as he tugs and tugs on Tobor arms. Tobor sighs again, before slowly picking himself up. There is really no point in arguing, since he knows how single-minded Vic can get. Seriously, I'm surrounded by single-minded idiots… "Coooome seeeeee~!" Vic whines, as he tugs Tobor towards the laboratory. He sighs again, This is getting me nowhere…

"Look! Look at what Rebecca made for us!" Tobor cannot believe his own vision receptors; standing before him, a lumbering tower of metal and rock, intimidating in its eerie menace of science and experimentation is their new house. She… She couldn't have made this in only a few hours! This… This is incredible! It's ENORMOUS‼ It… It…

The building stretches high into the sky, various antennae and satellites spread out on the rooftop. Vents and half-windows line the outside in a symmetrical fashion. The door is positioned perfectively in the center of the house, twisting metal of red and dark blue. A large decorative beaker, filled with indescribable fluid marks the house as a laboratory. Tiny, glowing robots stand as tiny guardians in the pathway towards the metallic door. A rounded metallic fence surrounds the rock the house sits on. Large, glowing bluish-grey domes sit beyond the house, feeding it Dr. F's manmade energy.

Vic sees Tobor's shocked face, and he smiles, "If you like that come see the inside!" He proclaims, as he drags Tobor with him to the inside of the house. Could the inside be better than the outside? This house seems very domineering… Like it leers over the island… Vic stands proud, as he shows Tobor the inside of the house.

"It's a two story house," Vic says promptly, "As you can see, the bottom level is Dr. F's lab." Tobor blinks, as he gazes at the bottom level of the house. The laboratory itself glows with the soft, yet eerie light of the blue domes, filled with what Tobor detects is fuel. They stand, overpowering, in the corners, a soft hum emanating from them. Desks and workbenches line the floor in an erratic pattern, covered with what Tobor knew is Dr. F's old inventions and experiments. How did she manage to re-create some of his experiments and inventions..? Tobor asks himself, yet does not deign to wonder aloud. All kinds of various machinery, with blinking lights and flashing buttons takes up the rest of the space. All in all, this new laboratory is filled with more efficient scientific gadgets and is… well, orderly chaotic.

In the far corner stands an intertwining staircase, leading up to the second level. Vic leads Tobor over towards it, stepping between all the items in Dr. F's new and improved laboratory, "Look at the second level Tobor- it's pretty wicked as well!"

The second level is what Tobor imagines it to be- the "living" section of the house. Three beds dominate the upper alcove, all different with designs Tobor can see reflect the interests of the person that sleeps on them. The first one is a demur looking bed; solid colours of black, grey and dark purple with a desk beside it and a reading lamp. Definitely Alexia's bed. Tobor thinks to himself, as he shakes his head. It certainly shows her… personality. As dull as the rock we live on. The bed beyond hers is erratic and spontaneous in its design. It has the periodic table, weird fluffy alien-like creatures, the Apollo, the classic atomic-bomb explosion, pickles and rocket ships on it. A teddy bear sits atop the strange covers, its eyes unseeing and blank. Tobor inwardly face palms, This is Dr. F's bed no doubt… You'd have to be stupid if you couldn't see that for yourself… The last bed (Vic's no doubt) is covered with strange alien symbols and drawings, done in blue, green and purple. A large shelf sits atop it, some of the space already occupied with wax figurines of people Tobor didn't know. A door faces the three beds, open partially to reveal a completely white bathroom. Hmm… Where is the kitchen? And how come my charging station is no longer present?

"Isn't it amazing!?" Vic Vector cries from down below. He watches Tobor descend the stairs, his face impassive as always, "Come on! It's amazing isn't it! You can't deny!" Tobor shakes his head, but agrees with Vic. He fist pumps the air, "Yeah!"

Tobor sighs at the janitors antics, and crosses his arms, "It's pretty good. Now, where is the architect herself?" I want to get my own building up… It's about time she fulfills her promise, whether I make her or not.

Vic pauses, as he glances in the direction of the rocket building site, "Well, Alexia dragged her over to the rocket site to help out with some stuff there. She has blue-prints and things for the rocket so that Rebecca can build it for her." Vic sighs as he turns to stare in the direction of the rocket building site- where Rebecca is, "She really seems to know a lot of stuff. I wouldn't know where to start on building a house or anything!" He and Tobor begin walking towards the rocket building site, both for the same reason- to see Rebecca, "How could she know so much stuff?" Vic questions to Tobor, yet Tobor cannot seriously answer the question- how in the world should he know, anyway? What was he, a psychic?

"It's the wand." The answer surprises both of the young males (Tobor is a male robot, after all- and not that old either). They see Dr. F standing, his facial expression solemnly serious- for once. Tobor cocks a virtual eyebrow at the scientist, unbelieving, "That wand is special. It can pick up the knowledge of people surrounding it- especially once touched by the wand itself. It can make things to the demands of others by learning what the other knows. Rebecca is merely the medium for the wands power- It needs someone with an incredible amount of will and spirit to wield it; mainly one of the main reasons when the depression hit the kingdom, the Wandoliers disappeared. Spirit is hard to find in a depression, when everything only seems to go from wrong to worse."

"And how would you know this?" Tobor asks snarkily, still unbelieving this madman's words- after all, he believes that pickles and ketchup make a fine fuel source for a rocket ship.

Dr. F tilts his head to the side, his expression blocked by the glare of his glasses, "Never underestimate people, Tobor." With that cryptic remark, Dr. F dawdles off to see how the rocket building is going, leaving the two young males (kinda) scared and confused. After a few minutes of silent confusion between the two, they decide to cautiously advance as well.

"Oh this is delightful! Wondrous! Everything I have worked for- all coming together in one day! So splendid! This is beyond anything, Rebecca!" Alexia's gushing reaches them sickeningly (They never heard Alexia with such a honey coated voice before- it is unnerving to the both of them) as they cross into the rocket building site.

"Yeap, that's Rebecca for you." Buddy announces proudly, gazing at Rebecca admiringly. Lindsey nods, her own face showing her pride for her best friend.

"Yeah, she is really something," Lindsey proclaims, as she leans in towards Alexia, "Marlin said he hadn't known someone so compatible with the wand in decades. She can bring out all of the features of the wand, not seen since before the depression when we had the boom of Wandoliers- Absolutely remarkable. He claimed. To have the first Wandolier since the depression a Full Compatibility one!" Lindsey leans away from Alexia, her arms crossed and her face smug.

"Well, I wouldn't know about that but this is incredible! How can we ever thank you?"

It is quite incredible. Tobor admits to himself, as he stands, watching the Wandolier do her job. She stands in the pit that the rocket will launch from, her whole body glowing; the tip of her wand the brightest point of light. Surrounding her are chunks of raw material- such as wood, metal etc. – floating in the air, with Rebecca's light covering them. They descend upon Rebecca, until she taps them with her wand, creating more light and heat. In the next instant, the raw materials reveal themselves to be newly transformed pieces of working material- metal beams, planks and so forth. Tobor cannot believe his eyes, as he watches her build the gigantic rocket from scratch. Literally. Suddenly, Rebecca hops up. In a blinding flash, her wand transforms itself into a high-power drill. Nails form out of the floating iron, before Rebecca drags them over to the rocket, effectively nailing the pieces together. She then enters the newly made rocket, billions of coil, wire and other electrical elements following behind her in her soft light.

"This is just incredible!" Vic cries out, "She's just like a one-man-" He freezes when Lindsey turns to look at him, "Ahh… one-girl working team! She built the house not nearly as cool as this!"

"Rebecca has always been hard-working." Buddy points out, his pride oozing from his voice. Lindsey nods.

"She really tries hard to please people…" Suddenly, Lindsey turns to regard all of them with cold eyes, "And that's why you should be incredibly thankful to her. So you better thank her. Doing all this isn't easy, you know."

Dr. F looks at Rebecca, and pouts, "Nothing that I can't do!" He boasts proudly, though it seems rather half-hearted. In fact, even Dr. F is staring in awe over Rebecca's prowess (after he finishes pouting and claiming he can do better, of course).

The silent awe over the Wandolier working continues on, even as she begins to wind down from the job. Her wand switches from the tools to a paintbrush, and she calls up to Alexia.

"Can I paint it any colour?" She asks excitedly, yet Tobor detects wariness seeping in. He frowns.

"Ahh… Umm… Well…" Alexia replies, clearly flustered over the question, "Nothing too exciting, I suppose-"

"Make it neon yellow!" Dr. F cries out passionately, as he raises his fist in the air in a dominating position, "To dominate the skies in a flash of eye-decimating colours! Mwahahaha!" Everyone sweat drops, as Alexia's face deadpans.

"Just ignore him." Alexia calls down to Rebecca, who stands there patiently, "He is a raving lunatic, after all."

"Ahh… Alright… I'll just go for classic gray then…" She finishes, a few minutes later. Her final product glows faintly, an aura surrounding her as she stumbles up the side of the rock face. The glow fades, as Rebecca almost tumbles onto the ground.

"Rebecca!" Buddy cries out.

"Rebecca, are you alright?!" Lindsey rushes over to Rebecca, Buddy following meekly behind. Rebecca gives a nod, as she struggles to get up. Lindsey tries to assist her, yet Rebecca shrugs her off.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Rebecca insists tightly, as she manages to get back to her feet. She looks at Alexia with half-lidded eyes, "Is that all you want me to do?" She inquires.

"Ahh… Umm…" Alexia regards her clipboard with her lips pursed. She taps it three times before looking up and smiling at Rebecca, "Yes this is supreme, Rebecca! Thank you ever so much…" She looks back at her clipboard for a moment, "Gah!" She exclaims suddenly, "We haven't picked a pilot yet~" Her speculative gaze sharpens on Tobor.

Tobor backs off, his hands in the air, "No way. Never." Alexia scowls briefly, and her eyes hit Rebecca. Lindsey gives an obvious no with a glare and the shake of her head. Rebecca does not notice the exchange. Alexia sighs again, and she regretfully turns to Vic.

"Vic, are you up for space travel…?" She asks, her voice obviously pained. Vic looks incredibly delighted and surprised.

"Wha-What?! Meh-Meh- Me!?"

Alexia waves her hands dismissily, "Of course of course. You've been training, haven't you? Perfect candidate." She mumbles half-heartedly, not enjoying this at all. She glares at Tobor, as if saying It's all your fault I had to pick the idiot for this job.

"Yes yes, have a fun time blowing up, human." Tobor remarks, feeling all the more smug that Vic had to do it. Not doing it in the first place is a blow to the scientists, and having the janitor the only candidate was just icing on top. Alexia's pathetic irritation and rage over it is amusing Tobor to no ends.

"Blow-Blow up?! But-ah- I –wha- ohhh maaann…" Vic whines, his face looking panicked and apprehensive. Tobor smirks, stupid human. You should have gotten out while you could have.

"Are you feeling apprehensive, Vic?" Rebecca's voice floats over to them, as she starts walking towards Vic. Vic nods, but as Rebecca continues towards him, his panicked expression starts to fade.

"Yeah…" He replies, as Rebecca stands in front of him, smiling softly. Rebecca takes his hand and drags him over a ways. They huddle together, looking intent in their conversation.

Tobor scowls, watching the two of them interact with each other. He feels incredibly irritated over the fact how close they are; the fact that Rebecca had grabbed his hand was quite souring to him. He couldn't really understand why he feels so… irritated that Vic is so close to her, and that he held her hand. Though the one thing that Tobor knew was that he wanted to be close to Rebecca; not Vic, the sniveling, cowardly, pathetic heap of human flesh and fluids. This is irrational… I shouldn't be feeling this way towards a conniving human. They are all the same. Somehow, that cynical remark doesn't lessen his irritation. In fact, it only increases it, as he feels irritated towards himself for feeling this way. What is wrong with me? Perhaps my circuitry is broken…

"Yeah! Yeah‼ I'll do it!" Vic cries out, as the two of them begin to return to the silent group, "Thank you so much, Rebecca!" Vic cries, as he impulsively hugs the Wandolier. Rebecca smiles, but her face grows slightly red in colour. She pats Vic on the arm.

"No problem." She responds. Tobor bristles at the display of affectionate contact. With all his cynical, vindictive might, he wishes Vic would blow up in the process of his space journey. She pulls away from Vic, giving Tobor a slightly less edgy feel. Though, that small bout of liberation expires as Vic spontaneously throws his arm around Rebecca's shoulders. They return to the group, Rebecca looking embarrassed over the contact.

"Rebecca has cured me! Let's get this rocket thing over with!" Vic exclaims, tightening his arm around Rebecca's shoulders.

Tobor tries valiantly to suppress his irritation, yet he knows that it isn't working. His confusion and inner revulsion towards his feelings made his anger all the more detestable and ugly. In a heated rush, he grinds out, "What about me?! You promised me a restaurant." . Only mad because she has shirked on her promise. I am NOT mad that VIC VECTOR has his ARM ALL OVER HER. That is irrational. That is stupid. She is a human, and I have only met her a couple of hours ago. That thought is entirely stupid and irrational. Rebecca looks up at the (seething) Tobor, and smiles apologetically.

"That's right. I have to help out Tobor." She steps out from underneath Vic's arm, before standing beside Tobor. Her legs wobble a bit, before she straightens them and gives a warm-hearted smile to all of them.

"Now Tobor, off to your dream!" She proclaims, waving her wand in the air excitedly. She marches forward blindly, intending to find a "great spot" for Tobor's restaurant. Tobor follows behind her slowly, still confused over his previous irritation. In a matter of moments, they reach the farthest side of the island; a spot none of them had really ever explored before. It is a meadow-y patch of clean, green grass. Trees grow near the rock face, producing an odd assortment of fruit. Small flowers blow in the sudden breeze, and Tobor smiles inwardly. This place is perfect for a nice, peaceful job of owning a restaurant. No science experiments, no machinery, no Dr. F to blow him up…

"Sooo…?!" Rebecca squeals, looking expectantly up at Tobor. Tobor shrugs, as he turns his face away from Rebecca's.

"It's fine." He replies gruffly, suddenly feeling embarrassed (and perhaps shy?!). He doesn't want to show her how pleased he truly is with this. It's absolutely wonderful.

"Right-o! I guess you want a two-story home, huh? Bottom for the restaurant, right?" Rebecca says idly, as she rocks on the balls of her feet, swinging her wand. She suddenly yawns.

"Ah, no. All I need is a separate room for my recharging station, and I will be alright…" Tobor trails off as he notices Rebecca staring at him seriously for a few terse seconds, "Yes…?"

"Stand still for a moment," Rebecca commands, as she raises her wand. It glows in her hands, and Tobor stares at it apprehensively as she approaches his forehead with it. She hums softly as she briefly touches his forehead with the tip. It flashes a bright blue colour, before fading to the familiar pink tinge. Rebecca sighs, as she rests the wand against her leg, "Now that THAT is over with, let's get your restaurant started!" Before Tobor can ask What the heck did you DO?! Rebecca bounds heavily away from him, fully intending to give her all in the next couple of hours on Tobor's new "dream". Tobor, himself, turns towards her two lackeys.

"What did she just do to me?" He questions them suspiciously. They both break from their worried gazes on Rebecca to address him.

"She stole all of your thoughts." Buddy replies, his face grim and serious. Lindsey sighs heavily, before she elbows him in the gut. Hard.

"Don't be a jerk," She reprimands him, "All she did was just gather information on what you wanted. How else could she build your restaurant or your recharging station-whatever? Rebecca's not a fountain of knowledge you know. She is only human."

Tobor's mouth thins, "Right. So she did this to the others as well?"

"Well, if the 'others' is that pink-haired girl, then yes."

As the conversation ends, the three of them go back to watching the Wandolier in action. It is just like earlier. Rebecca's entire body glows, while raw materials transform into usable construction items before her. They fit perfectly together, forming the ideal restaurant that Tobor had been hoping for.

Hours, maybe minutes, pass by as his restaurant continues to grow and develop. The sun begins to dip low in the sky, signaling the day is coming to an end. His restaurant is nearly completed now.

"Rebecca! Rebecca you should stop!" Her lackey's worried cries had started a few moments earlier. Rebecca's body is shaking uncontrollably, and it looks as if she is having trouble standing straight. Her hums are cut off due to the vibrations her body is making. Both Lindsey and Buddy walk worriedly towards her, intending to force her to stop.

"I'm fine. I can do it." Rebecca grits out, as they near her. They stop, hearing the glass-sharp edge to her voice Tobor doesn't really understand the exchange going on between the three of them. Why is she shaking? What is going on? Why did the two of them look so worried? Would his dream never be realized? Tobor just wants his escape- erm, restaurant built. Anyways, no matter what this girl promised him. She promised. Though most humans seem to go back on their promises… Why do I want her to prove me wrong so much?

When the two come back from trying- and failing- to make Rebecca stop (the count is five times now) they glare deathly malice at Tobor. He truly does not understand now. What is going on? Why are they so mad? She was fulfilling her promise! This is what she has to do! He doesn't understand; why were the humans so ready to help themselves and their kind, but nothing that they made or other species that they lived with? Is it such a sin in the human world?

"If she goes into a coma, or something, you're responsible. You and you're stupid whining too." Lindsey snarls, as she folds her arms across her chest in a threatening manner. Buddy nods, trying to look intimidating as well (yet failing).

Tobor scowls back at the two of them, growing irritated once again (is this my main emotion?). Why should these two blame him for something that happens to her? What did he do?! She promised him after all!

Scowling and looking indignantly irate must have pushed a button for Lindsey, since she suddenly explodes, "It's ungrateful people like YOU that I HATE THE MOST! She's pretty much killing herself out there to fulfill your selfish wish to be a god darn restaurant owner! Rebecca has hardly started being a Wandolier and you expect her to build a house, fix a training yard, build a rocket ship and build a restaurant all in the same DAY?! When she built Rene's house, she spent hours recuperating! What do you think doing all this is going to do to her?!"

Tobor does not know how to handle this snarling, fierce person standing so intimidatingly in front of him, "I… I don't…"

"You don't know!? You don't understand?! Is that what you're trying to pawn off on me!? Well you robotic tin can let me dumb it down to robot terms. Think about your battery life. You can only perform so many things before you run out of juice, right? Well, Rebecca pretty much ran out of battery power hours ago, and yet you still demand things from her, when her body is crying out for her to stopand- let's see… Recharge?"

"Her battery ran out… hours ago?" Tobor responds, as he stares at the quaking form of human flesh. She still flings around materials like frisbee's- causing his restaurant to practically be complete now- Yet knowing that she had depleted her "battery power" hours ago put many things in perspective. Was the quaking, the shaking, the wobbling the sign of her powering down? Was it a warning sign she needs to recharge? Tobor knew that he himself could do nothing past running out of battery power- he didn't even want to think about forcing himself past that line. It risks internal damage- a malfunction, or a support error. Is she going to malfunction… Is that what a "coma" is for humans? An internal error? For the first time, Tobor can feel… worry? Churn in his gut. He didn't want to cause her to have a "coma". Perhaps… Perhaps, if something did happen it WOULD be his fault…

Though, despite all that, Tobor feels rather… touched… by the whole thing. This human is willing to risk an internal error… er, coma, just to fulfil her promise to me. No one has ever done that before… A few silent minutes pass as all wait for Rebecca to put the finishing touches in his restaurant. She stumbles out the door, her smiling face looking drawn and weary. Standing proud behind her is the one-story restaurant Tobor's Diner. The words are curly and decorative, with his smiling, winking face to the side. It's a deep blue colour, with red trimmings. A rotating door leads to the insides. It looks incredible. Tobor returns Rebecca's smile whole-heartedly. He cannot believe his eyes.

"Tobor- you're diner… Like I promised." Rebecca breathes out, as she tumbles to the ground, shaking. She tries to support herself with her wand, though she still falls to the ground. Her hand, however, does not loosen its grasp on her wand.

"She… collapsed…" Buddy states in shock, as both he and Lindsey tread cautiously towards her, "Pal… Pal…? Are you alright…?!"

Lindsey elbows him roughly, "Shut up! She needs to sleep, idiot! It's no wonder she collapsed, doing all that work!" As the two stand over their prone friend, Lindsey's eyes suddenly meet Tobors, "You! Robot, you've got to have a couch or something for Rebecca to lie on, right?! She can't lay on the ground…" She turns back towards Buddy before Tobor can answer (not that he really knew, since he hasn't even stepped foot in his own restaurant yet). "Come on, let's get her inside to rest… Hopefully, all she's doing is sleeping soundly." The two then squat down to try and lift the prone girl. They huff and puff, yet don't even lift her an inch off the ground. Tobor sighs at the pathetic attempt.

"Who knew she was so heavy!" The two of them complain, as they try lifting her for the umpteenth time. I might as well help her out… She helped me an' all, especially since she was out of battery and everything.

"Move you weak humans." Tobor commands gruffly, as he shoulders his way past the two of them. Gingerly, he lifts the prone Rebecca from the ground, cradling her body to his. In actuality, this position helps to erase the lingering irritation Tobor feels over Vic being so close to Rebecca earlier (who knew he was still upset about it, huh). Opening his new restaurant door, smelling the crisp new sent of a great accomplishment (he was far away from being Dr. F's lackey) Tobor feels contentment for the first time in his life. He stands there for a few seconds, taking in the crisp white tiles and walls, the elegant silver and red stools, chairs and metallic tables. A full-length kitchen stands to his right, complete with refrigerators, stoves, ovens, microwaves, cabinets, dishwashers, and other kitchen supplies. Plush red couches sit on the right side of the restaurant, and when he sees them, he remembers the girl lightly resting in his arms. He makes a beeline towards them, placing her softly on the cushiony surface.

Lindsey and Buddy flock to her side immediately, "I guess this will have to do…" Lindsey remarks, her disapproval clear in her voice. Buddy nods.

"I guess we'll have to sleep in the boat, right Linds?" He exclaims. Lindsey gives him a hooded look, before she huffs.

"Yeah, I s'ppose so." She gives Tobor a suspicious look, before laying out clear instructions for him, "Don't do anything funny to Rebecca, or you'll regret it." She warns her eyes serious with the intent of death. Tobor nods, wondering why they thought he'd do something funny to her in the first place. As they finally exit his newly made restaurant (ha! New restaurant smell!) Tobor heaves a sigh. He looks down at the (surprisingly) peaceful, sleeping Rebecca.

Suddenly, Tobor smirks. Ha! She's sleeping on MY COUCH. You and you're stupid ARM HOLDING Vic Vector take THAT.

Ahh, a little rivalry doesn't hurt anyone now does it? I can't wait to develop that more so in the next chapters… Ah! Triangles, you gotta love them… And what's this! He's all alone with Rebecca huh 3 Teehee. ;D Of course, he's still denying that he even really likes her (since, you know, she's a human and all and humans are stinky, according to him). Besides, he wasn't angry over Vic holding Rebecca, right ;D Just that she was ignoring his promise (not really, just the other people were monopolizing her. LOL)

Oh, and I hope you guys liked my explanation for the Wandolier thing… I thought it would be a little more realistic for this story instead of getting scrolls and whatnot, since this is more of an adaptation story and stuff… so yeah!

-.- Oh wow... Lindsey and Buddy are pretty much groupies, aren't they... :/

Crazy-Pairing-Girl I hope you enjoy this chapter and JEALOUS Tobor! Hehehe, he'll be more jealous of Vic later on! LOL. At least, I'm planning so ;D

-Calm-Waters