14. Mustache
Clive lay on the couch fast asleep, unaware of Katarina and Luke hovering above him with a permanent marker.
"Alright, curly or straight?" Katarina turned to Luke.
"Let's go with curly." Katarina scribbled a curly mustache on.
"Luke, go get rid of all things you could see a reflection on."
They waited in the kitchen until Clive woke up. Unsuspecting, he let out a huge yawn.
"Clive, the professor wants us to walk to the market to pick up some… tea leaves!" Katarina was trying desperately to keep Luke from laughing.
"Yawn… alright. Just let me get my hat."
Katarina and Luke ducked behind the counter to hide their giggles.
As they were walking down the London streets, Clive received a lot of… weird stares. He frantically checked his back to make sure no one had taped an embarrassing sign to his back. Fruitless, he gave a suspicious glare to Luke, who shrugged innocently. That scared Clive even more. Luke was a lot of things, but innocent was not one of them.
"Did I put my pants on backwards again?"
"Nope!"
"Excuse me sir, but I think someone drew a mustache on you while you were sleeping. You might want to wipe it off." A woman tapped Clive on the shoulder and handed him a compact mirror.
"Luke!" Clive growled as he tried to wipe away the mustache with his jacket sleeve.
"It was Katarina's idea!"
Clive whipped around to Katarina, who had let all her laughter out. Clive grinned evilly and snatched her up.
"Clive, put me down!"
A/N: Thank you to Redsparrow3 for the request.