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Double Date
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Skulker stuck his head out of the portal and looked both ways. The Fenton lab was gleaming and empty. It had clearly been recently cleaned. As far as Skulker was aware, only the whelp and his mother cleaned the place, and when his mother cleaned it, his father was usually right behind with a mess. So. The boy's parents weren't around, but the boy might be. Then again, this was supposedly a weekday, and he should be at school.
Eh, whatever. A hunter took chances. He pulled his head back.
"Yeah," he said, "it's clear for now. Ready to go, baby?"
Ember smirked. "Sure am. How 'bout you, Kitty?"
"I'm good," said the green-haired ghost, crossing her arms, "as long as Johnny keeps that Shadow of his under control."
"Hey, Shadow's always under control!"
"Whatever."
Skulker rolled his eyes internally. Literally internally. He kept the expression off the face of his armor.
"Hey," said Ember, leaning against him. "Ready to tear up that town?"
