Drabble 4: Fatal Boredom
Lance repeatedly tapped his fingers against the table, as boredom had overtaken the better part of him. It was Saturday morning and there was absolutely NOTHING to do. No rift gat opening to investigate, no fifty foot monsters to rage to death against-
Nothing.
Lance, however was used to the feeling. He had never been one to seek much excitement in life, and thus, the corporal had become rather accustomed to the typical feeling at hand. Ilana, on the other hand, was another story. Such silence was a magnificent form of tactic torture against the girl; Lance smiled to see it to plainly written upon her face, her feet humming upon the speed of their movement. But her recklessness had only made the girl more keenly alert, and she was able to spot the joyful form so smugly placed upon the boy's portrait before he was consciously able to conceal it.
"What?"
The boy, eager to make a game of it all, let the smirk persist. He had been forced to dwell with the princess to know that she was not one to stand for a failed response (let alone that of one of conscious ignorance) and thus, he did so.
Her seat bolted across the kitchen floor as her frustration beheld the best of her. What was this kid's problem?
"ANSWER ME, CORPORAL! That's an order!"
Lance simply maintained his pose and expression, unwilling to alter it. He was ready to aim.
"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO HARD T-"
Lance smirked, letting go of his fatal trigger.
"That's what she said."
