Part 4
10:30 pm.
Hobbes and Fawkes are watching a Hitchcock movie on Hobbes's tv. Bobby is sprawled out on the sofa. Darien sitting on the couch. They have spilled popcorn, from a bright purple bowl sitting next to Darien, everywhere.
Hobbes realizes they have seen the movie before. "Hey Fawkes.We saw this movie last week, so , you want to go do something?" He asks stuffing a large handfull of popcorn into his mouth.He sits up and turns to Darien.
"What do you suggest, and swallow that before you answer." Fawkes answers back, throwing a piece of popcorn into the air, and failing to catch it in his mouth, trying to watch the movie out of the corner of his eye."
Hobbes chews and swallows. "How about we go bother Eberts to see why he was bothering Alex today? He was making her cry you know." He searches the dirty carpet with his hand, finds his soda from earlier and goes to take a sip. He spits it out. "Stupid flat soda.
"I thought you believed Alex about the allergy thing, and wasn't that the soda that has been on the floor since I joined the agency?" Darien raises an eyebrow in disgust.
"What are you talking about this soda has only been down here since last week, " He eats some more popcorn. "And now that I think about it, it did look like he was making her cry."
"So, what do you say we do about it?"
"I haven't quiet thought of that." He turns to the movie again.
"Well, when you think of any brillant ideas let me know." He stretches out on the couch, making sure not to knock over the popcorn. His feet dangle near Bobby's face. Bobby swats at his Darien's feet.Darien moves them for a second. He watches Bobby back down on the floor, and puts his feet in his face again. Bobby swats at them.Darien withdraws his feet, he gets an idea. He curls up into a tight ball, and quicksilvers himself, he gets up off the couch and stands in front of the tv. Bobby reaches back to get another bowl of popcorn.
"Hey, Fawkes, where'd you go?" He goes to go find him, thinking he went to go snoop in his stuff. Darien dequicksilvers and sits back on the couch.
Bobby comes back a few minutes later."Hey, where'd you go?"
"What do you mean, I have been here the whole time watching Marnie. Where'd you go?"Darien asks innocently
"Nevermind. I found a way to bug Eberts. We'll call him, well you can."
"I can call him."
"Yeah, why not?"
"It was your idea."
"No, it was my idea that you call. You know his number."
"I do not, I have an idea, why don't we both call. You can look it up in the phonebook?"
"Why me?"
"Let's not start this again, go get the phonebook."
10:30 pm.
Hobbes and Fawkes are watching a Hitchcock movie on Hobbes's tv. Bobby is sprawled out on the sofa. Darien sitting on the couch. They have spilled popcorn, from a bright purple bowl sitting next to Darien, everywhere.
Hobbes realizes they have seen the movie before. "Hey Fawkes.We saw this movie last week, so , you want to go do something?" He asks stuffing a large handfull of popcorn into his mouth.He sits up and turns to Darien.
"What do you suggest, and swallow that before you answer." Fawkes answers back, throwing a piece of popcorn into the air, and failing to catch it in his mouth, trying to watch the movie out of the corner of his eye."
Hobbes chews and swallows. "How about we go bother Eberts to see why he was bothering Alex today? He was making her cry you know." He searches the dirty carpet with his hand, finds his soda from earlier and goes to take a sip. He spits it out. "Stupid flat soda.
"I thought you believed Alex about the allergy thing, and wasn't that the soda that has been on the floor since I joined the agency?" Darien raises an eyebrow in disgust.
"What are you talking about this soda has only been down here since last week, " He eats some more popcorn. "And now that I think about it, it did look like he was making her cry."
"So, what do you say we do about it?"
"I haven't quiet thought of that." He turns to the movie again.
"Well, when you think of any brillant ideas let me know." He stretches out on the couch, making sure not to knock over the popcorn. His feet dangle near Bobby's face. Bobby swats at his Darien's feet.Darien moves them for a second. He watches Bobby back down on the floor, and puts his feet in his face again. Bobby swats at them.Darien withdraws his feet, he gets an idea. He curls up into a tight ball, and quicksilvers himself, he gets up off the couch and stands in front of the tv. Bobby reaches back to get another bowl of popcorn.
"Hey, Fawkes, where'd you go?" He goes to go find him, thinking he went to go snoop in his stuff. Darien dequicksilvers and sits back on the couch.
Bobby comes back a few minutes later."Hey, where'd you go?"
"What do you mean, I have been here the whole time watching Marnie. Where'd you go?"Darien asks innocently
"Nevermind. I found a way to bug Eberts. We'll call him, well you can."
"I can call him."
"Yeah, why not?"
"It was your idea."
"No, it was my idea that you call. You know his number."
"I do not, I have an idea, why don't we both call. You can look it up in the phonebook?"
"Why me?"
"Let's not start this again, go get the phonebook."