Hi, it's Akiko again. Run away, run away. Anywho, remember this one?
Yeah. It's been a while. Well, here you g-
Isaac: ::holds up a sign that says "Don't *I* get to speak?"::
No.
Isaac: ::holds up a sign that says "But...I'm your muse!"::
So, cry about it. Here's Chapter 2.
Chapter 2: Kitchen Duty
The upstairs hall was devoid of fluffy purple slippers.
"Now..." Ivan stopped to consider his options. "Alex could have
been lying...but he couldn't have because I mind read him...OR someone
TOOK them...hm...It must have been Saturos! He's always doing evil
things, and THAT was why he was carrying his word around earlier! YES!
That's it! That's IT!"
Cackling like a mad man, Ivan tore down the stairs into the
kitchen.
Where Saturos and Agatio were assisting Dora with dinner.
"Oh, hello, Ivan!" Dora smiled at him. "Have you come to help
me, too?"
"No, actually-"
"Oh, how SWEET of you!" Dora's smile widened. "Alright, I need
you to help wash the vegetables, peel and cut up these potatoes, cut up
some fruit, and arrange some flowers in a bowl so we can have a nice
floral arrangement..."
The list went on and on. Feeling numb with disbelief, Ivan
washed some vegetables and sat down at the table to peel potatoes.
Saturos was across from him, cutting the vegetables he had washed with
his sword, and Agatio was at the stove using his Psynergy to cook a ham
to perfection.
"Have you seen my slippers?" Ivan asked the blue Mars Adept.
"Nope," Saturos continued cutting up vegetables. "Saw one of the
girl's slippers, though. Fuzzy purple ones, in the upstairs hall."
"They're not fuzzy, they're fluffy, and they're MY slippers,"
Ivan glared at him.
"Oh, sorry," Saturos still didn't look up. "Well, I DID see
them, in the upstairs hall-"
"And you stole them and gave them to Menardi!" Ivan butted in.
He pointed his potato peeler at Saturos, who finally did look up. The
potato peeler was obviously far from impressing him. "I know you did it!
Now, fess up, or I'll-"
"Or you'll what?" Saturos asked. "Peel me?"
"Yes!" Ivan hit the potato peeler against the table top. He lost
his grip and the peeler went flying, ending up sticking in the door way.
At least, that's what would have happened if Picard hadn't of chosen to
open the door at that precise moment. The Lemurian ducked and the peeler
flew into the living room, where he heard Alex yell something and a thunk
when it hit the other wall.
"Ookay..." Picard looked behind him, shrugged, then continued
into the kitchen. "That was fascinating."
"What did you do with my fluffy purple slippers?" Ivan glared at
Saturos.
"Nothing."
"Let me re-phrase that..." Ivan bounded over to the kitchen sink
and grabbed the sprayer, pointing it at the Mars Adept. "WHAT did you do
with MY fluffy purple SLIPPERS?!"
His voice cracked at the end of the sentence, but the threat of
cold water was enough that Saturos didn't start laughing.
"I just saw them! I think Isaac might have picked them up!"
Saturos held up his hands in surrender.
"Hm..." Ivan put down the sprayer, then turned to Picard. "You!
Help Dora with dinner! GO!"
And he dashed out of the room.
"Oh, PICARD!" Dora smiled at him. "Since Ivan left, I'm going to
have YOU do what he was supposed to do..."
Yup, once again, I don't own Golden Sun. And stuff.
Isaac: ::holds up a sign that says "Please R&R!"::
Thanks, Isaac.
Isaac: ::holds up a sign that says "Anytime!"::
Yeah. It's been a while. Well, here you g-
Isaac: ::holds up a sign that says "Don't *I* get to speak?"::
No.
Isaac: ::holds up a sign that says "But...I'm your muse!"::
So, cry about it. Here's Chapter 2.
Chapter 2: Kitchen Duty
The upstairs hall was devoid of fluffy purple slippers.
"Now..." Ivan stopped to consider his options. "Alex could have
been lying...but he couldn't have because I mind read him...OR someone
TOOK them...hm...It must have been Saturos! He's always doing evil
things, and THAT was why he was carrying his word around earlier! YES!
That's it! That's IT!"
Cackling like a mad man, Ivan tore down the stairs into the
kitchen.
Where Saturos and Agatio were assisting Dora with dinner.
"Oh, hello, Ivan!" Dora smiled at him. "Have you come to help
me, too?"
"No, actually-"
"Oh, how SWEET of you!" Dora's smile widened. "Alright, I need
you to help wash the vegetables, peel and cut up these potatoes, cut up
some fruit, and arrange some flowers in a bowl so we can have a nice
floral arrangement..."
The list went on and on. Feeling numb with disbelief, Ivan
washed some vegetables and sat down at the table to peel potatoes.
Saturos was across from him, cutting the vegetables he had washed with
his sword, and Agatio was at the stove using his Psynergy to cook a ham
to perfection.
"Have you seen my slippers?" Ivan asked the blue Mars Adept.
"Nope," Saturos continued cutting up vegetables. "Saw one of the
girl's slippers, though. Fuzzy purple ones, in the upstairs hall."
"They're not fuzzy, they're fluffy, and they're MY slippers,"
Ivan glared at him.
"Oh, sorry," Saturos still didn't look up. "Well, I DID see
them, in the upstairs hall-"
"And you stole them and gave them to Menardi!" Ivan butted in.
He pointed his potato peeler at Saturos, who finally did look up. The
potato peeler was obviously far from impressing him. "I know you did it!
Now, fess up, or I'll-"
"Or you'll what?" Saturos asked. "Peel me?"
"Yes!" Ivan hit the potato peeler against the table top. He lost
his grip and the peeler went flying, ending up sticking in the door way.
At least, that's what would have happened if Picard hadn't of chosen to
open the door at that precise moment. The Lemurian ducked and the peeler
flew into the living room, where he heard Alex yell something and a thunk
when it hit the other wall.
"Ookay..." Picard looked behind him, shrugged, then continued
into the kitchen. "That was fascinating."
"What did you do with my fluffy purple slippers?" Ivan glared at
Saturos.
"Nothing."
"Let me re-phrase that..." Ivan bounded over to the kitchen sink
and grabbed the sprayer, pointing it at the Mars Adept. "WHAT did you do
with MY fluffy purple SLIPPERS?!"
His voice cracked at the end of the sentence, but the threat of
cold water was enough that Saturos didn't start laughing.
"I just saw them! I think Isaac might have picked them up!"
Saturos held up his hands in surrender.
"Hm..." Ivan put down the sprayer, then turned to Picard. "You!
Help Dora with dinner! GO!"
And he dashed out of the room.
"Oh, PICARD!" Dora smiled at him. "Since Ivan left, I'm going to
have YOU do what he was supposed to do..."
Yup, once again, I don't own Golden Sun. And stuff.
Isaac: ::holds up a sign that says "Please R&R!"::
Thanks, Isaac.
Isaac: ::holds up a sign that says "Anytime!"::