A/N Sorry for the long time between posts but you finally got it, btw, I may change the title of this fic soon, so be careful. Also the surprise pairing is becoming a little more blatent. Any guesses ;P
Well. That was weird.
The Dragon of Fire shook her head and turned to walk down the hall, before promptly realizing she'd completely forgotten where she'd been going.
Oh. Uh. Well.
Peachy.
With an annoyed little grunt, she retreated to her room to puzzle over what the kidnapper-boy had said.
In the meantime, the kidnapper-boy in question was heading off down the hall in the opposite direction, grinning widely; seemed like she bought it. There had been a few signs of suspicion on her part, but, all in all, she'd bought it.
"Moron." the sing-song voiced word escaped his gleeful lips; more a gloating mumble than anything else.
"Excuse me?!" an angry voice objected.
Jet blinked.
"Me?! Are you talking about me?!" the voice came again. It definitely wasn't the girl; it wasn't particularly familiar, really.
Jet, frankly, was having trouble even finding the source of the voice. He glanced around and saw no one.
"Hel-lo?! Are you ignoring me?!" Wherever the voice was coming from, it was beginning to border on hysterical. "I sure HOPE you're not!! When people ignore me, I get upset, and, and--! And when I get upset, I—I cry!!!"
Finally, Jet looked down.
He found himself face to face (or rather, what with the lizard's blaringly inferior height, face-to-knee) with the centipede-lizard from earlier.
At the moment, it was bawling up at him.
Loudly.
Jet was, in all honesty, not entirely sure how one customarily handled being sobbed at by a talking centipede-lizard.
He was silent for a moment, but finally decided on something to get the damned thing to shut up.
"I wasn't talking about you."
"You weren't?" the centipede-lizard looked up at Jet, blew it's nose on Jet's pant leg, (he made a mental note to burn those later) and cried some more, "Really?" Jet noticed that the idiotic thing was overreacting so much that it was crying tears of joy!
"Yes really."
Dojo looked up at Jet as if they were getting married (the human in this scenario was beyond sufficiently freaked out and was awkwardly avoiding the dragon's gaze). Then, suddenly, the dragon's expression turned to one of suspicion.
"Then… if you were – wait… I need props. Don't move a muscle." The dragon darted off to get something. Jet, meanwhile, did not take heed of it's demand; in fact doing everything to go directly against said command and get out of there as fast as possible.
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Her free hand fiddling with a tangle of multicoloured hair, Kimiko lay sprawled across her bed, exchanging lazy one-handed instant messages with Keiko.
'keiko: so y do u think tis wird guy h8s sum chic named ketara??'
Kimiko let out an exasperated sigh and began typing. 'Okay, first of all, Keiko, I don't get how you can misspell a name that's just a couple posts above yours on the computer screen. Second, I seriously have no idea. But I doubt that a guy mentally unstable enough to /do/ something like he did to begin with is going to have some great reason behind it anyway.'
She hit send and waited for a reply.
'keiko: oh'
'keiko: …'
'keiko: btw is he cute?/'
Kimiko practically punched the keyboard writing out her answer. 'THIS GUY JUST TRIED TO KILL ME, HOW CAN YOU ASK ME THAT?!?!?!' She slapped 'enter'.
There was a moment with no response.
'keiko: sry' popped up on the screen.
Kim relaxed a bit.
'keiko: so wus that a no or wut?'
'GOODBYE, Keiko.' Kimiko typed furiously before slamming the laptop shut.
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After a grand total of ten minutes and twenty three point two-eight seconds since their last encounter: Dojo, who was now clad in Sherlock Holmes gear (conveniently – frighteningly, almost – just the right size for him) bumped into Jet once more.
The dragon didn't seem the least bit pleased very clear, straight forward command had not been tooken to heart.
"You moved a muscle." he stated indignantly.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I did." the freedom fighter moved even more muscles in an attempt to walk around the dragon.
Dojo was not pleased. No, not pleased one bit. "YOU DARE MOVE A MUSCLE!"
The teen's reaction, much unlike his earlier behavior, was quite pleasing; he paused and stopped moving. Completely. Dojo ignored that he had a look of pure appall on his face.
"Now, to the purpose of my cool new get-up. Who were you calling a moron?"
"That bald kid."
Dojo's hopes for a long-winded, pointless interrogation crashed entirely. 'You're no fun.' he said, before slithering away.
With a small, agitated breath out through her teeth, Kimiko slipped out of her bedroom and began walking down the hall.
About thirty seconds later, she passed Dojo in what looked like an old halloween costume, complete with a magnifying glass held in his tail, grumbling to himself as he skulked down the hallway.
After brief considering, Kimiko declined to comment.