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Chapter Five: Numerous Preparations
"I'm sorry! I really am! I had no idea you'd get like this - you only had one drink!" Twaine worked to hold Yempt up as he said such things as this, amused yet feeling completely guilty at having gotten his new acquaintance drunk. He tried to lead Yempt along the hallway as the short, green-eyed Irken swayed about, yelling out his displeasures to the world.
"That Entertainment Center was repulsive - along with the people in it. Along with you! Why are you still with me? The music was too loud -" Yempt held his head as if the noise was still pulsating through his brain. "Tah's crazy. I don't know where she gets the idea she can just kidnap me, but I'm going to file a complaint!" He raised his finger as if he were making a proclamation. "A complaint!" He then followed his proclamation with a hiccup. He wobbled a little and leaned a little more on Twaine.
"Where's your room?" asked the researcher with a look of concern. However, he couldn't help but accompany his concerned glance with a grin. This new guy was SO cute!
Yempt's eyes widened with some sort of distressing thought. "Oh, no you don't! I have no intentions of doing THAT with the likes of you! With the likes of anybody! Why does anybody bother with THAT when it all leads to nothing? Don't think you're going there, you sick - you sick.." Yempt was going to finish his sentence when he suddenly looked rather sick himself. Twaine held onto his companion as he gently rubbed his back, hoping he wouldn't puke all over the floor. For a moment it seemed as if he would, but after a while of standing there, Yempt swallowed hard and seemed a little better. It was obvious that he wasn't used to alcohol. He then glanced back at Twaine, his face beginning to form a scowl. "You don't fool me..I know what you want!"
The researcher couldn't help but smirk. At least he'd made an impression on this new guy. He was tempted to reach out one claw and stroke his new friend's quivering antennae, wondering if it would calm him down, but decided to resist. Although he was finding Yempt's opinionated nature hopelessly irresistible, he had no intentions of taking advantage of his drunkenness. He just led the ranting Irken down the hall, hoping they would eventually run into Yempt's room.
"And DON'T call me Love!"
Twaine cocked one brow. "I didn't call you Love." He winked, "But I will if you want me to!"
"Eh? You didn't? Well - I thought you had! And don't you know it's a waste of time? Apparently you're too stupid - yeah. Stupid and naive. Or gullible. You're just asking to have somebody lead you on! Take advantage of you! Break your squiggly pooch!"
This time Twaine couldn't help himself. "Are you offering?"
This time Yempt let out an aggravated growl. "No! No I'm not! Why are you still here? Let go of me!" He hiccupped again. "You're just a playboy looking to have some fun! You disgusting excuse for a Massive worker! I can see what low standards they keep!" He shoved himself away, but only succeeded in losing his balance. Twaine caught him before he fell and was thanked with an acidic glare.
"Twaine?"
The researcher looked to see his boss. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, slightly lifting a very annoyed Yempt up in the process. "Hey there, Chief! Just wanted to make sure my friend here got back to his quarters safely. He just couldn't manage my magnificent charm."
"That isn't true!"
Tzen just smiled and nodded his head. "Well," he said in his soothing voice, "Once you're finished with that I'd like to have you do some work for me. I know it's late, but it's an urgent request."
Twaine nodded and was about to head off when Yempt interrupted him. "I don't need help from some beautiful doofus! Let me go! My room's just over there!" He pointed to a door just a little way's down the hall. Twaine considered his friend for a moment before releasing the little Irken. He watched him depart and then followed his master down the hall.
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Purple worked the fingers of his hands as he testily glowered down at a monitor. "What do you mean over half the marauders called in sick today?"
The messenger on the other side of the monitor seemed queasy. "- that half of them called in sick today?"
Purple rolled his eyes and felt a low growl in his mouth. This was all because of the gigantic party Clay had thrown the other night, and if it hadn't been in honor of Tah's return he would have been tempted to reprimand her.
"Aw, let them recover," said a voice from behind. "It's not like they have anything better to do right now."
Purple shut off the monitor and turned around, frowning at Red. "They could be training for the next battle - that would be better. Can't you just hear the collective hangover moans resounding from the hundreds of 'sick' marauders?"
Of course no such sound could be heard, due to the fact that the marauder quarters were several levels below in a completely separate part of the ship. Still, Red tilted his head as if to listen. "Um..no. Want some early morning chips?"
Purple's expression brightened. "Okay!" The two sat down at their table and began munching on a bowl of chips that had been laid out, along with an assortment of dips. Both their mouths were full when Tah walked in, her expression serious as she examined her electronic pad. It didn't even seem she knew where she was going before she glanced up from her work and looked around. She saw the Tallest and smiled at them both, though she let her gaze linger on Purple.
"I'll just be a moment," she explained before she set her pad down and began crawling on the floor like an animal. She was searching every corner, every crack for something. Red and Purple politely stood as she knelt under the table, checking under its surface. They exchanged a confused glance as she stood up on a chair to check a ventilation duct. She reached up into it, causing dust to cover her glove and fall onto the floor until her eyes brightened. She pulled out a small, black device and held it in victory as she hopped off the chair onto the floor. She held out her dusty glove to show the Tallest what she had found. "It's a listening device."
Red scratched his head while Purple seemed downright offended. "Someone's been listening to us! I thought this room was secure!"
"It should be now," Tah said with a smile as she eyed the chips on the table. She then frowned down at her filthy glove. "Where's the nearest - er - cleansing room?" It had finally hit her how she'd just behaved and was somewhat embarrassed.
Purple smiled gently at her and pointed toward a door. He watched as she headed off before turning back to Red. He just gave his companion a smile before returning to the chips and dip. Red folded his arms and rolled his eyes, deciding to state the obvious. "That was weird."
"But she did find something."
Red shrugged and began to attack the chips, realizing Purple had a head start on him. Purple glared at him as he watched the scarlet Tallest stuffing handfuls of chips in his mouth. "There's more where that came from, you know!"
Red paused and then grinned, crumbs falling from his lips. "Oh, yeah." He glanced down at the table. "Guess we should save some for Tah too."
"I think so."
The door opened and Tah walked through, this time with a clean glove. As she approached she was offered to sit and eat, and agreeing to both she began to discuss business. "My Tallest -"
"Red and Purple!" Red shook a fist.
She smiled. "Red and Purple," her voice then flattened to a level, serious tone, "Through my investigations I've determined that the person I've been looking for is on this ship. I can't believe I didn't figure it out sooner - only makes sense he'd be here what with our resources and our communi -"
"How've you been?" interrupted Purple as he pushed a bowl of dip in her direction.
This question confused her for a moment. "What? Oh, Pur, I'm doing fine. I've been keeping myself busy."
"Feh!" Red crossed his arms and glanced up at the ceiling. "Probably been neglecting your Reshma practice. You still suck, don't you? Don't you?" He pinned her with an accusing eye.
"Huh?" Tah blinked, her militaristic façade beginning to fall away. She started as she felt something touch her knee and she peered down to see one of Purple's long fingers softly rubbing against it. She grinned and puffed up defensively. "Where would I practice with the Reshma? Besides, I've had plenty of practice with my hand to hand!" For a sheer moment the movement of Purple's finger stopped and Tah knew he was imagining in just what dangerous situations she'd be able to practice her hand to hand.
Red was still making an effort too look upset, as if he'd been shunned as opposed to the Reshma. "Well, I fully expect you to take up your training again now you're here!"
"Uh, as soon as my work is through. I promise! But I have to say, I was one of the better students in my Reshma class!"
Red's eyes widened. "What! That's terrible!" He shook his head at the horror of it all. "THAT was considered good? Pur, we need to increase funding for Reshma instructors!"
Tah popped a chip in her mouth and chewed on it as she waited for her Tallest to calm down. "As I was saying, they guy works here. I don't know who he is, but he's here and I need to find a way to catch him. I've spend the last two years chasing him down and I've realized that he's even worse then I'd originally imagined! Someone has to bring him down!" There was a passion in her voice that had never been there before, and a hidden hatred snuck deep within her heart. Purple's massaging finger stopped once again as he listened intently. "I know he's aware of who I am. He's been watching me too and I know he knows where I am." She narrowed her maroon eyes. "He's clever -" She pulled out her electronic pad and activated its screen. "I've taken measures to make this trip to the Massive seem like a visit meant to condemn some of his lesser minions. I have a list right here of people you can arrest, but it might be better for you to wait until we've cut off the head. It might take a while to search him out, so I'll have to come with some other excuses for staying, but for now this will do." She handed Red and Purple her list for them to review, but they promptly ignored it.
"Just send the list to us some other time. We'll look over it then." Purple nodded at Red's suggestion.
Tah shrugged and leaned back in her chair, now happily crunching on the offered chips. They were alone in the room, so she no longer felt she had to act formally around the two Tallest. Red suddenly stood. "I'm getting something to drink. Anyone want anything?" Both Purple and Tah wanted a drink, so Red went to go fetch them from the cooler. While he was gone Purple leaned in toward Tah.
"Dinner in my quarters tonight?" he asked quietly.
Tah nodded as Red called out from the far end of the room. "Catch!" Tah raised her arm and let a cold soda can land in her hand. Purple looked up, unready when his can came hurtling through the air. It smacked him directly in the face and he fell out of his chair, out cold. Tah gasped and knelt beside him to examine the damage as Red hovered over.
"Oh - he's going to be mad at me for that." He turned back to the cooler to get a cold pack and handed it to Tah, who placed it on the unconscious Tallest's already bruised forehead. "Eh, I'd better call for some med- people."
"Red.."
Red paused at Tah's request. She looked up at him as she knelt down by Purple.
"I was wondering if you could find somebody to train me further in hand to hand while I'm here - nothing much, but I want to be at my best."
Red's expression hardened as his face became serious. "You're job is to investigate - we have marauders and warriors who do the other stuff."
"No, you don't understand," she paused, biting her bottom lip, "You know what kind of situations my profession sometimes - gets me into. I just want to be ready - just in case." She smiled up at him nervously.
He narrowed his eyes, sensing her tenseness. He didn't know if he could trust her, but he'd rather her be prepared if something happened. "I'll get somebody to meet you in the training room this afternoon -"
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The ceiling was exceedingly bland. This is what Yempt thought as he stared up at it from his position on his bed. He frowned. He hated things that were bland, and the Massive seemed to be the epitome of that odious state. Everything was made out of the same color of metal, all the hallways looked the same, everyone wore similar uniforms, from every window was the exact same tedious view. For once he could count one thing about Food Courtia, and that was that its appearance, though disgustingly filthy in most areas, was colorful. He closed his eyes and imagined the morning view he'd once enjoyed from his crowded room, perhaps one of his only pleasures in his predictably disappointing life.
He heard his door hiss and he opened his eyes to see two brilliantly shining red orbs. He squeaked and backed away, appalled that Twaine would get so close to him without any warning. "What are you doing here!" he demanded in heightened tones.
"Want some lunch, Love? I'll take you to the dining hall." Twaine smirked at Yempt's expression.
"What did you just call me?!" Yempt's head hurt too much to deal with such foolishness, although he certainly wouldn't have dealt with it had it not been hurting either.
"Love. You asked me to last night." The handsome, red-eyed Irken winked suggestively.
Yempt searched his brain, finding he couldn't remember much of the last night. He wondered if this lunatic was actually telling the truth. He gaped at his visitor before taking a deep breath. He sent Twaine a level gaze and said in his most hateful voice, "I'm not sure what I said, but I don't mean it now. Go away before I call securi-" he was playfully yanked out of his bed and set on the floor. "Will you stop that!" He froze as a teasing claw ran along his neck.
"Don't be mean, my little waffle."
"Waffle? Where'd you get waffle? What's wrong with you?"
Twaine shrugged, "Just seemed like the thing to say. ....Let's go!" Yempt had no choice as he was pulled out of his room and directed toward the dining hall.
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Purple sat holding a cold pack to his head, occasionally sending an angry glare in his co-Tallest's direction. Red didn't seem to care as he leaned back in his throne, apparently quite happy. "I don't like you..." he finally seethed.
"Shut up. What are you so angry about? You've got a date."
"I'm angry because you threw a stinking - hey, how did you know!"
Red snickered and glanced over at his companion. "Well, I am an All Knowing Tallest, after all."
Purple narrowed his eyes at Red before finally resting back in his chair, deciding to give up. Other thoughts were bothering him. "Red, I'm worried about Tah."
At this Red rose a brow. "Yeah?"
Purple nodded. "Yeah, you saw her this morning. She was - really into her mission. I mean, she's always been an absurdly dedicated worker, but this was different."
Red nodded with full understanding. "Yeah, I saw it. She was determined. She really wants to get this guy." He again leaned back. "Though, I don't blame her - sounds like a real bastard to me!"
"She might go too far - you know, do anything to get this guy. I don't know if she'll get herself hurt. I've never see her so passionate about something."
"...are you sure?" Red gave Purple a naughty look just before Purple's brainfreezy splashed into his face.
Chapter Five: Numerous Preparations
"I'm sorry! I really am! I had no idea you'd get like this - you only had one drink!" Twaine worked to hold Yempt up as he said such things as this, amused yet feeling completely guilty at having gotten his new acquaintance drunk. He tried to lead Yempt along the hallway as the short, green-eyed Irken swayed about, yelling out his displeasures to the world.
"That Entertainment Center was repulsive - along with the people in it. Along with you! Why are you still with me? The music was too loud -" Yempt held his head as if the noise was still pulsating through his brain. "Tah's crazy. I don't know where she gets the idea she can just kidnap me, but I'm going to file a complaint!" He raised his finger as if he were making a proclamation. "A complaint!" He then followed his proclamation with a hiccup. He wobbled a little and leaned a little more on Twaine.
"Where's your room?" asked the researcher with a look of concern. However, he couldn't help but accompany his concerned glance with a grin. This new guy was SO cute!
Yempt's eyes widened with some sort of distressing thought. "Oh, no you don't! I have no intentions of doing THAT with the likes of you! With the likes of anybody! Why does anybody bother with THAT when it all leads to nothing? Don't think you're going there, you sick - you sick.." Yempt was going to finish his sentence when he suddenly looked rather sick himself. Twaine held onto his companion as he gently rubbed his back, hoping he wouldn't puke all over the floor. For a moment it seemed as if he would, but after a while of standing there, Yempt swallowed hard and seemed a little better. It was obvious that he wasn't used to alcohol. He then glanced back at Twaine, his face beginning to form a scowl. "You don't fool me..I know what you want!"
The researcher couldn't help but smirk. At least he'd made an impression on this new guy. He was tempted to reach out one claw and stroke his new friend's quivering antennae, wondering if it would calm him down, but decided to resist. Although he was finding Yempt's opinionated nature hopelessly irresistible, he had no intentions of taking advantage of his drunkenness. He just led the ranting Irken down the hall, hoping they would eventually run into Yempt's room.
"And DON'T call me Love!"
Twaine cocked one brow. "I didn't call you Love." He winked, "But I will if you want me to!"
"Eh? You didn't? Well - I thought you had! And don't you know it's a waste of time? Apparently you're too stupid - yeah. Stupid and naive. Or gullible. You're just asking to have somebody lead you on! Take advantage of you! Break your squiggly pooch!"
This time Twaine couldn't help himself. "Are you offering?"
This time Yempt let out an aggravated growl. "No! No I'm not! Why are you still here? Let go of me!" He hiccupped again. "You're just a playboy looking to have some fun! You disgusting excuse for a Massive worker! I can see what low standards they keep!" He shoved himself away, but only succeeded in losing his balance. Twaine caught him before he fell and was thanked with an acidic glare.
"Twaine?"
The researcher looked to see his boss. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders, slightly lifting a very annoyed Yempt up in the process. "Hey there, Chief! Just wanted to make sure my friend here got back to his quarters safely. He just couldn't manage my magnificent charm."
"That isn't true!"
Tzen just smiled and nodded his head. "Well," he said in his soothing voice, "Once you're finished with that I'd like to have you do some work for me. I know it's late, but it's an urgent request."
Twaine nodded and was about to head off when Yempt interrupted him. "I don't need help from some beautiful doofus! Let me go! My room's just over there!" He pointed to a door just a little way's down the hall. Twaine considered his friend for a moment before releasing the little Irken. He watched him depart and then followed his master down the hall.
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Purple worked the fingers of his hands as he testily glowered down at a monitor. "What do you mean over half the marauders called in sick today?"
The messenger on the other side of the monitor seemed queasy. "- that half of them called in sick today?"
Purple rolled his eyes and felt a low growl in his mouth. This was all because of the gigantic party Clay had thrown the other night, and if it hadn't been in honor of Tah's return he would have been tempted to reprimand her.
"Aw, let them recover," said a voice from behind. "It's not like they have anything better to do right now."
Purple shut off the monitor and turned around, frowning at Red. "They could be training for the next battle - that would be better. Can't you just hear the collective hangover moans resounding from the hundreds of 'sick' marauders?"
Of course no such sound could be heard, due to the fact that the marauder quarters were several levels below in a completely separate part of the ship. Still, Red tilted his head as if to listen. "Um..no. Want some early morning chips?"
Purple's expression brightened. "Okay!" The two sat down at their table and began munching on a bowl of chips that had been laid out, along with an assortment of dips. Both their mouths were full when Tah walked in, her expression serious as she examined her electronic pad. It didn't even seem she knew where she was going before she glanced up from her work and looked around. She saw the Tallest and smiled at them both, though she let her gaze linger on Purple.
"I'll just be a moment," she explained before she set her pad down and began crawling on the floor like an animal. She was searching every corner, every crack for something. Red and Purple politely stood as she knelt under the table, checking under its surface. They exchanged a confused glance as she stood up on a chair to check a ventilation duct. She reached up into it, causing dust to cover her glove and fall onto the floor until her eyes brightened. She pulled out a small, black device and held it in victory as she hopped off the chair onto the floor. She held out her dusty glove to show the Tallest what she had found. "It's a listening device."
Red scratched his head while Purple seemed downright offended. "Someone's been listening to us! I thought this room was secure!"
"It should be now," Tah said with a smile as she eyed the chips on the table. She then frowned down at her filthy glove. "Where's the nearest - er - cleansing room?" It had finally hit her how she'd just behaved and was somewhat embarrassed.
Purple smiled gently at her and pointed toward a door. He watched as she headed off before turning back to Red. He just gave his companion a smile before returning to the chips and dip. Red folded his arms and rolled his eyes, deciding to state the obvious. "That was weird."
"But she did find something."
Red shrugged and began to attack the chips, realizing Purple had a head start on him. Purple glared at him as he watched the scarlet Tallest stuffing handfuls of chips in his mouth. "There's more where that came from, you know!"
Red paused and then grinned, crumbs falling from his lips. "Oh, yeah." He glanced down at the table. "Guess we should save some for Tah too."
"I think so."
The door opened and Tah walked through, this time with a clean glove. As she approached she was offered to sit and eat, and agreeing to both she began to discuss business. "My Tallest -"
"Red and Purple!" Red shook a fist.
She smiled. "Red and Purple," her voice then flattened to a level, serious tone, "Through my investigations I've determined that the person I've been looking for is on this ship. I can't believe I didn't figure it out sooner - only makes sense he'd be here what with our resources and our communi -"
"How've you been?" interrupted Purple as he pushed a bowl of dip in her direction.
This question confused her for a moment. "What? Oh, Pur, I'm doing fine. I've been keeping myself busy."
"Feh!" Red crossed his arms and glanced up at the ceiling. "Probably been neglecting your Reshma practice. You still suck, don't you? Don't you?" He pinned her with an accusing eye.
"Huh?" Tah blinked, her militaristic façade beginning to fall away. She started as she felt something touch her knee and she peered down to see one of Purple's long fingers softly rubbing against it. She grinned and puffed up defensively. "Where would I practice with the Reshma? Besides, I've had plenty of practice with my hand to hand!" For a sheer moment the movement of Purple's finger stopped and Tah knew he was imagining in just what dangerous situations she'd be able to practice her hand to hand.
Red was still making an effort too look upset, as if he'd been shunned as opposed to the Reshma. "Well, I fully expect you to take up your training again now you're here!"
"Uh, as soon as my work is through. I promise! But I have to say, I was one of the better students in my Reshma class!"
Red's eyes widened. "What! That's terrible!" He shook his head at the horror of it all. "THAT was considered good? Pur, we need to increase funding for Reshma instructors!"
Tah popped a chip in her mouth and chewed on it as she waited for her Tallest to calm down. "As I was saying, they guy works here. I don't know who he is, but he's here and I need to find a way to catch him. I've spend the last two years chasing him down and I've realized that he's even worse then I'd originally imagined! Someone has to bring him down!" There was a passion in her voice that had never been there before, and a hidden hatred snuck deep within her heart. Purple's massaging finger stopped once again as he listened intently. "I know he's aware of who I am. He's been watching me too and I know he knows where I am." She narrowed her maroon eyes. "He's clever -" She pulled out her electronic pad and activated its screen. "I've taken measures to make this trip to the Massive seem like a visit meant to condemn some of his lesser minions. I have a list right here of people you can arrest, but it might be better for you to wait until we've cut off the head. It might take a while to search him out, so I'll have to come with some other excuses for staying, but for now this will do." She handed Red and Purple her list for them to review, but they promptly ignored it.
"Just send the list to us some other time. We'll look over it then." Purple nodded at Red's suggestion.
Tah shrugged and leaned back in her chair, now happily crunching on the offered chips. They were alone in the room, so she no longer felt she had to act formally around the two Tallest. Red suddenly stood. "I'm getting something to drink. Anyone want anything?" Both Purple and Tah wanted a drink, so Red went to go fetch them from the cooler. While he was gone Purple leaned in toward Tah.
"Dinner in my quarters tonight?" he asked quietly.
Tah nodded as Red called out from the far end of the room. "Catch!" Tah raised her arm and let a cold soda can land in her hand. Purple looked up, unready when his can came hurtling through the air. It smacked him directly in the face and he fell out of his chair, out cold. Tah gasped and knelt beside him to examine the damage as Red hovered over.
"Oh - he's going to be mad at me for that." He turned back to the cooler to get a cold pack and handed it to Tah, who placed it on the unconscious Tallest's already bruised forehead. "Eh, I'd better call for some med- people."
"Red.."
Red paused at Tah's request. She looked up at him as she knelt down by Purple.
"I was wondering if you could find somebody to train me further in hand to hand while I'm here - nothing much, but I want to be at my best."
Red's expression hardened as his face became serious. "You're job is to investigate - we have marauders and warriors who do the other stuff."
"No, you don't understand," she paused, biting her bottom lip, "You know what kind of situations my profession sometimes - gets me into. I just want to be ready - just in case." She smiled up at him nervously.
He narrowed his eyes, sensing her tenseness. He didn't know if he could trust her, but he'd rather her be prepared if something happened. "I'll get somebody to meet you in the training room this afternoon -"
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The ceiling was exceedingly bland. This is what Yempt thought as he stared up at it from his position on his bed. He frowned. He hated things that were bland, and the Massive seemed to be the epitome of that odious state. Everything was made out of the same color of metal, all the hallways looked the same, everyone wore similar uniforms, from every window was the exact same tedious view. For once he could count one thing about Food Courtia, and that was that its appearance, though disgustingly filthy in most areas, was colorful. He closed his eyes and imagined the morning view he'd once enjoyed from his crowded room, perhaps one of his only pleasures in his predictably disappointing life.
He heard his door hiss and he opened his eyes to see two brilliantly shining red orbs. He squeaked and backed away, appalled that Twaine would get so close to him without any warning. "What are you doing here!" he demanded in heightened tones.
"Want some lunch, Love? I'll take you to the dining hall." Twaine smirked at Yempt's expression.
"What did you just call me?!" Yempt's head hurt too much to deal with such foolishness, although he certainly wouldn't have dealt with it had it not been hurting either.
"Love. You asked me to last night." The handsome, red-eyed Irken winked suggestively.
Yempt searched his brain, finding he couldn't remember much of the last night. He wondered if this lunatic was actually telling the truth. He gaped at his visitor before taking a deep breath. He sent Twaine a level gaze and said in his most hateful voice, "I'm not sure what I said, but I don't mean it now. Go away before I call securi-" he was playfully yanked out of his bed and set on the floor. "Will you stop that!" He froze as a teasing claw ran along his neck.
"Don't be mean, my little waffle."
"Waffle? Where'd you get waffle? What's wrong with you?"
Twaine shrugged, "Just seemed like the thing to say. ....Let's go!" Yempt had no choice as he was pulled out of his room and directed toward the dining hall.
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Purple sat holding a cold pack to his head, occasionally sending an angry glare in his co-Tallest's direction. Red didn't seem to care as he leaned back in his throne, apparently quite happy. "I don't like you..." he finally seethed.
"Shut up. What are you so angry about? You've got a date."
"I'm angry because you threw a stinking - hey, how did you know!"
Red snickered and glanced over at his companion. "Well, I am an All Knowing Tallest, after all."
Purple narrowed his eyes at Red before finally resting back in his chair, deciding to give up. Other thoughts were bothering him. "Red, I'm worried about Tah."
At this Red rose a brow. "Yeah?"
Purple nodded. "Yeah, you saw her this morning. She was - really into her mission. I mean, she's always been an absurdly dedicated worker, but this was different."
Red nodded with full understanding. "Yeah, I saw it. She was determined. She really wants to get this guy." He again leaned back. "Though, I don't blame her - sounds like a real bastard to me!"
"She might go too far - you know, do anything to get this guy. I don't know if she'll get herself hurt. I've never see her so passionate about something."
"...are you sure?" Red gave Purple a naughty look just before Purple's brainfreezy splashed into his face.