I don't really know Mosca's charater properly, so he's a bit random really. The chapters are gonna get a bit shorter now but they'll be long again soon!
Disclaimer: I do no own Thief Lord or any of its characters blah-de-blah-de-blah!
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"Hey Hornet," Mosca slammed the door behind him, accidentally. "Oops! Sorry, Hornet, hope you don't have a headache!" He laughed at his joke. His laughter quickly died away when there was no reply. "Ah, forgot about that part," He rubbed his nose. "One sided conversation…"
He glanced around for inspiration and saw a small painting of a boat on the wall. "So, Scipio bought us a new boat," He said conversationally. "It's red, with a big blue stripe on the front and it goes so fast you wouldn't believe! We should all go out in it sometime, it's big enough for all of us! Oh, but you don't like boats, do you?"
Silence.
"So, what's been going on with you?" Mosca perched on the edge of the bed. He put on a high, twittery voice. "Oh not much, Mosca, just ran away for three months and am now nearly dead." He switched back to his normal voice. "That sound interesting, Hornet, I've been rewiring the engine in my new boat…Yeah this isn't working is it?"
He still couldn't think of anything to say. Then: "Bo was really upset that you didn't wake up for him. He came down crying. And Prospers even worse; he yelled at the doctor…but you probably heard that, you were in the room. Ida went and talked to him, but he doesn't want to do this – you know try and wake you up in different ways – he thinks we're trying to make it like a game." He smiled slightly as he got up. "You know, I reckon he fancies you!"
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Bo ran up to Mosca as he came down the stairs, his eyes wide with hope. But Mosca shook his head and Bo came back to the sofa looking like he'd just fished a boot out of a canal instead of a fish (Not quite sure why I used that as a simile!).
"I dunno what is going to wake her up you know," Mosca shrugged. "But there as to be something…Or someone…"
Everyone tuned to look at Prosper. "What? I'm not going up there and playing your little game. It's too…painful,"
"Painful? Why?" Ida asked.
"Well because Bo was upset she didn't wake up when he went up and I'm sure Mosca is too, because I know I would be!" Prosper explained, one arm around his brother's shoulder and the other brushing back his hair from his face.
Riccio shrugged. "Whatever." He jumped onto the bottom step. "If I wake her up, do I get cakes?"
"Riccio!" Victor exclaimed.
"What? I like cakes!" The boy grinned before bounding off upstairs.
"Here we go again…" muttered Prosper and settled back into the sofa with Bo.