Miguel's Cellmate(s)

By: CrimsonWolf

Chapter 3

Guimel watched with interest as the door opened just enough for a small figure to slip in. He couldn't tell who or even what it was. Whatever it was, the figure crept over to Dallet's bed and admired the sleeping beauty.

"Why is it," Guimel began. The figure spun around, and for the first time, it noticed Guimel. "That people like Dallet so much?" the DragonSlayer finished.

Taken off guard, the figure stuttered, "Uh . . . hi."

"Hi," Guimel said back. "What are you doing?"

"Um . . . nothing." The figure took a step backward toward the door.

"So who are you?" he asked.

"Emmi," she answered. "What about you?"

"Guimel. What are you doing on the Vione?"

"Miguel brought me here."

"Oh. Well why do you like Dallet so much?" Guimel looked at his sleeping comrade.

"He's purty!" the elf answered cheerfully.

Guimel sighed. "Whatever." He went back to the computer.

After staring at Dallet a little longer, Emmi entertained herself by going through the 'Slayer's drawers. She pulled out a leopard skin thong "Ooh!" she hooted. Who's this belong to?"

"Dallet," Guimel answered.

Emmi giggled. "What will he wear if I take this?"

"Nothing?" Guimel humored her.

"He he!" Emmi squealed.

"But, really! What does he have that I don't?!" Guimel yelled.

"Long, purdy hair?" Emmi half guessed.

"Oh that's great! So why don't all the girls go for Allen?!"

"They . . . do," she answered.

"No fair!" Guimel shouted.

"I know, Guimel. It's not your fault you look like a sheep. It's the artist's," Emmi said sympathetically.

"Again with the sheep thing! I do not look like a sheep!" Guimel protested to the world.

"Oh, poor you." Emmi said. Then, she got an idea. My friends, to state the obvious, this is never a good thing. "Hey! I could make you feel better!"

"How would you do that?" he asked.

With a grin, Emmi replied, "Unzip your pants!"

"What?!" he cried. "No way! Get out of here, little girl!"

Emmi giggled as she ran out, Dallet's thong still in hand.

"The girls Miguel brings here." Guimel shook his head in disapproval as he climbed into bed.

----- So, was that one as good? Was it at least okay? Just so you know: Def Leppard rules, and I typed this all like my keyboarding teacher told me to. Okay, so maybe I slacked off a lil at the end, but that's okay. Right?