Christineoftheopera-I can only hope he despairs of being trapped in a world of idiots and leaps off a skyscraper. Jonathan! What? Be nice to Edward, it's not his fault he has no social skills. It's not my responsibility to deal with his lack thereof.
Katherine-I loathe him. LOATHE. With every fiber of my being not dedicated to loathing the rest of the idiot populace. You like him, really. I do not. You let him stay here when Joker wanted his head. That was a moment of insanity, that's all. He's lying. I am not! Of course not, love.
"Carry me."
"What? No."
"But the classroom is far and I have little legs." He's not prepared for her to jump up and throw her arms around his neck and her legs around his stomach. "Yah, mule! Yah!"
"Kitty! Get off, I am not a mule, you can walk!"
"I don't wanna walk."
He sighs.
"It will be your fault when my posture is destroyed."
"Thank you, Jonathan." She drops a kiss on his head. "Onwards!"
Dammit. That's it. He's dead.
"This is ridiculous."
"Mm-hm. Hurry up, we'll be late."
Why. Really, why? There is no need for this. She can walk just fine.
Whatever. He'll just have to resist the urge to drop her. It'll take all his willpower, he's sure.
"This is taking foreverrrr."
"You can walk at any time."
"M'tired." She rests her head on his. "And I can see for miles around! Is this what it's like being you?"
"Miles around, huh?"
"Uh-huh. This is amazing."
Ah. Class. He drops their bags and reaches up to flick her elbow.
"Get down."
"You're warm, though."
"It's time to go in, get down."
She huffs and slides down.
"Thanks for the ride."
"You're not getting another one." he warns. "You'll have to walk back."
"Mm." She grabs her bag. "Whatever you say."
That doesn't bode well.
THE END
