Disclaimer: Hornet, say the disclaimer for me!
Hornet: In Coma
Me: Oh yeah, woops! Prop!
Prosper: What?
Me: Look, I know you're moping over your girlfriend being a bit half-dead, but can you please do the disclaimer for me?
Prosper: No, I'm tired, Bo'll do it!
Bo: Yay! Ezzi does not own any of us or our story because that is written by Cornelia Funke, but she does own this story and we are all angry with her for making Hornet be in a Hairbrush!
Me: Right…Well, then…
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"I'm not going to bribe you into waking up Hornet, or annoy you so much you have to stop me," Ida carefully picked her words as she dragged a chair from the landing and pulled it into the room with a scraping noise. "I'm going to tell you not why we want you to wake up, but why we need you to wake up: for starters, Prosper's practically going into denial; you probably heard his little shouting number. He really cares about you; its easy to see, one he carried you all the way from that alleyway almost two miles away, and two, he was in tears when the doctor told us what was wrong." Ida looked down at Hornet's bandaged arm. "Mosca and Riccio ran all the way from their warehouse just to see if you were all right. Scipio and Victor cut an important case which could have ended up in a lot of money to come for you and Bo…well, he's just plain upset."
She thought for a moment, before speaking again. "Don't feel like I'm trying to make you feel guilty, I just thought you should know these things: I suppose I want you to feel important, and just because you've been away for a bit doesn't mean we've all changed for good. We still love you Hornet…Some more than others," she added, thinking of Prosper.
Hornet didn't move, but Ida felt like she'd said enough. "The doctor is coming back in an hour," She informed Hornet briskly, as though she was telling her to get up to go to school. She stood up and fished in her pockets for a cigarette, leaving the room as she did so. "Good day, Caterina."
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"Well, that everyone," Scipio announced as Ida walked into the room, shaking her head. "Except Victor, but he's unable to come and he isn't sure what he would say. And Prop," He added, noticing Prosper slide into the sofa.
"Maybe you should go up, Prop," Riccio suggested hesitantly. "You might be able to-"
"I'm not going, I've already told you!" Prosper snapped. Riccio flinced back and Prosper sighed. "Look, I'm soryy, Im just confused."
"About what?" Mosca prompted.
Prosper shrugged. "Feelings and stuff,"
"Beastly things, feelings, aren't they?" Ida agreed, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Sometimes…" Prosper's eyes clouded over as if lost in a memory. "But sometimes, they're not,"
Ida nodded and Scipio said: "Think about it Prop, you might change your mind,"
"I doubt it," Prosper shook his head.
