Uhhhhh, I know I haven't updated in months, but here ya go..
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644 bowed and waved a hand into the kitchen. "Here it is!" Eighty-six smiled.The girl with
the dark hair watched her go in, and quietly walked inside. Eighty-six's boots made a muffled
thump against the dirt floor when she walked, but 644's feet made almost no sound. Fanny noticed
this an turned around. "I bet you scare a lot of people like that." "What do you mean?" 86 mentioned
at her feet. "No noise." Six Fourty Four laughed. "Oh that! Yes, I do. It comes in handy sometimes,
and they're quite comfy." She pulled back her long baggy jeans to reveal something that looked like
purple ballet shoes. 86 nodded, impressed. "Now," the other girl said, "Like some breakfast?" The two
girls set to work making pancakes. "Oh my goodness, I just remembered that I left my saudering iron on!"
644 said suddenly and rushed out the door. Taken back by this sudden departure,86 looked around the small
kitchen. It had a long table made out of rosewood, cabinets and appliances on three sides of the room.
"Six Fourty Four! Come back! I can't cook, and the pancakes will burn if you don't flip them now!!"
When nothing was heard, she let out a small whine. She eyed the spatula sitting there next to the pan.
'I might as well try...' she thought grimly and picked up the untensil. Slowly she lifted a corner of a
small pancake to reveal a black underside. "Aw, I can't even make breakfast!" She decided to flip it anyway.
When she had it balanced on the spatula above the pan, a sudden noise startled her and she instincivly reacted.
The pancake went flying and something behind her recieved a good whacking. 689 rubbed his cheak,
letting out a small curse. "Jeez, it's only me!" Eighty six let out a "humph" and turned back to the pan.
"You deserved that." She heard him mumble behind her and go to the table. "How'd ya find the kitchen,
and know where to find the stuff to make pancakes?" "I found one of your team-mates," she said, eyeing him.
Turning back to the pan, she said more quietly, "Shoot! Now I'll have to make another batch. If only I knew how."
689 walked over, now sporting a red spot on his cheek that resembled a spatula. "Here, let me help."
"I can do it myself, thank you. I don't need any help from a stupid boy." 689 was getting used to these remarks.
"You're our guest. Really, let me." He reached for the utensil on the counter, but Eighty six snatched it first.
"I'M COOKING, TRAINEE." He grabbed her hand that held the spatula, and all fell silent. Eighty six gave him a
death glare,and 689 sent her a smug look. "Oh, excuse me, am I interrupting your little love fest here?"
a voice said from the doorway. 689 jumped, letting go of her hand. He blushed, said nothing, and backed up
a few feet. Eightysix now shot that death glare 644's direction. "It was NOT a love-fest, or whatever you said.
I'm cooking." With that, she turned back to the counter and poured a few blobs of mix into the pan.
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The three sat down to their meal of slightly burnt pancakes. "These arn't bad, considering the first time I
tried to cook them I burnt them all and 644 had to grab the fire extinguisher to put out the flames." Numbuh 86
said nothing and continued eating. "Oh come on, can't you take a compliment?" She looked up and glared at him.
689 was a bit annoyed at this point and glared back. A minute or so of silence followed.
"Mind passing the syrup?" 86 and the trainee jumped. "Oh, um, sure. Here," Fanny said, passing it to her. "So
what are you and 689 doing today, Numbuh 86?" the dark haired girl asked, trying to make conversation.
"The basics of aircraft." 689 glanced between the two girls, and made an 'ahem' towards 644, who had forgotten
about the syrup in her hand. The sticky substance was now overflowing off the plate, and the girl blushed and
got up to get a towel. Eighty six glanced at her watch and set down her fork. "Meet me in the main room in a half
an hour, trainee." With that, she got up and left the room.
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That's all you get for now. Please review and bug me to update, otherwise I won't.
Will there be a next time?,
Ness.611
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644 bowed and waved a hand into the kitchen. "Here it is!" Eighty-six smiled.The girl with
the dark hair watched her go in, and quietly walked inside. Eighty-six's boots made a muffled
thump against the dirt floor when she walked, but 644's feet made almost no sound. Fanny noticed
this an turned around. "I bet you scare a lot of people like that." "What do you mean?" 86 mentioned
at her feet. "No noise." Six Fourty Four laughed. "Oh that! Yes, I do. It comes in handy sometimes,
and they're quite comfy." She pulled back her long baggy jeans to reveal something that looked like
purple ballet shoes. 86 nodded, impressed. "Now," the other girl said, "Like some breakfast?" The two
girls set to work making pancakes. "Oh my goodness, I just remembered that I left my saudering iron on!"
644 said suddenly and rushed out the door. Taken back by this sudden departure,86 looked around the small
kitchen. It had a long table made out of rosewood, cabinets and appliances on three sides of the room.
"Six Fourty Four! Come back! I can't cook, and the pancakes will burn if you don't flip them now!!"
When nothing was heard, she let out a small whine. She eyed the spatula sitting there next to the pan.
'I might as well try...' she thought grimly and picked up the untensil. Slowly she lifted a corner of a
small pancake to reveal a black underside. "Aw, I can't even make breakfast!" She decided to flip it anyway.
When she had it balanced on the spatula above the pan, a sudden noise startled her and she instincivly reacted.
The pancake went flying and something behind her recieved a good whacking. 689 rubbed his cheak,
letting out a small curse. "Jeez, it's only me!" Eighty six let out a "humph" and turned back to the pan.
"You deserved that." She heard him mumble behind her and go to the table. "How'd ya find the kitchen,
and know where to find the stuff to make pancakes?" "I found one of your team-mates," she said, eyeing him.
Turning back to the pan, she said more quietly, "Shoot! Now I'll have to make another batch. If only I knew how."
689 walked over, now sporting a red spot on his cheek that resembled a spatula. "Here, let me help."
"I can do it myself, thank you. I don't need any help from a stupid boy." 689 was getting used to these remarks.
"You're our guest. Really, let me." He reached for the utensil on the counter, but Eighty six snatched it first.
"I'M COOKING, TRAINEE." He grabbed her hand that held the spatula, and all fell silent. Eighty six gave him a
death glare,and 689 sent her a smug look. "Oh, excuse me, am I interrupting your little love fest here?"
a voice said from the doorway. 689 jumped, letting go of her hand. He blushed, said nothing, and backed up
a few feet. Eightysix now shot that death glare 644's direction. "It was NOT a love-fest, or whatever you said.
I'm cooking." With that, she turned back to the counter and poured a few blobs of mix into the pan.
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The three sat down to their meal of slightly burnt pancakes. "These arn't bad, considering the first time I
tried to cook them I burnt them all and 644 had to grab the fire extinguisher to put out the flames." Numbuh 86
said nothing and continued eating. "Oh come on, can't you take a compliment?" She looked up and glared at him.
689 was a bit annoyed at this point and glared back. A minute or so of silence followed.
"Mind passing the syrup?" 86 and the trainee jumped. "Oh, um, sure. Here," Fanny said, passing it to her. "So
what are you and 689 doing today, Numbuh 86?" the dark haired girl asked, trying to make conversation.
"The basics of aircraft." 689 glanced between the two girls, and made an 'ahem' towards 644, who had forgotten
about the syrup in her hand. The sticky substance was now overflowing off the plate, and the girl blushed and
got up to get a towel. Eighty six glanced at her watch and set down her fork. "Meet me in the main room in a half
an hour, trainee." With that, she got up and left the room.
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That's all you get for now. Please review and bug me to update, otherwise I won't.
Will there be a next time?,
Ness.611
