A&L v 2.0 Ch… uh… 3?

Was trying to get this up last night because I didn't want to bother today (I'm sorry, Ms. Niamh doesn't do Mondays) but Unforeseen Circumstances prevented me. Bah.

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Amon paced back and forth—and back and forth—and back and forth—and…(well, you get the idea) in front of the washer muttering things about time and mistakes.

"Robin, when is this stuff going to be done?" Amon asked.

"When it gets done, Amon."

Amon stopped pacing and whirled around to face her. "What if Touko comes back?" he asked darkly and, as usual, without emotion. "We can't..."

"...Afford any more mistakes, I know. It's not even lunch yet, Amon."

"Robin, I'm getting this suggestion that you're patronizing me. Are you patronizing me, Robin?"

"No, Amon."

"Are you sure? My gut instinct..."

"No, Amon, I'm sure. How about you do something besides pace for a while? It might get your mind off it."

"As long as you don't patronize me," he said, giving her a slight Sullen Glare Reserved for Patronizers. Instead of pacing, Amon now sat down and drummed his fingers on the washing machine.

"Um, Amon, that's not going to make it go faster."

"We haven't got any time," he growled.

"It's all right, Amon, calm down."

"Ha! You're patronizing me, aren't you?"

"No."

"I don't believe you."

"All right, you can believe whatever you want."

Amon fixed her with a Sullen Glare Saying I Will Shoot You With a Stun Gun and got up.

Amon: Pacepacepacepace mutter pacepacepacepace mutter…

"Amon, you're making me nervous."

Amon fixed her with a Sudden Glare Guaranteed To Cause Stomach Cramps And Indigestion For A Month. Robin just sat there. She was not intimidated by Amon Glares.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!! Said the washer.

I hate that thing, thought Robin.

"It is done," Amon intoned darkly.

"Uh, Amon, you forgot about the dryer."

"The what? Oh, the dryer. Of course. But we have no time!"

"And you have a lot more loads to go and a bunch of wet clothes. Go get us lunch from Harry's, or something!"

"Mutter," said Amon. "Muttermuttermutter." But he walked out to the car (yes, with his orbo gun) anyways.

Robin loaded the wet clothes in the dryer and stuffed the washer with hot-load clothes, as she wondered yet again why the hell she was doing this. Although not exactly in those terms. And Robin's back, like Ais's, was really starting to hurt from bending over all the time, despite the ibuprofen. So Robin decided to lie down on the couch until Amon got back. Like Ais is going to do.

Trust us, Robin could tell when Amon got back. She heard a lot of noises like 'scuttlescuttlescuttle thump ka-chunk swishswish runrun' and only Amon would do that just going into one apartment with food.

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"Amon," Robin said, "I am very hungry. What are you doing?"

"Where do you keep your metal detector?"

"Amon… You're just trying to make me mad now, aren't you?"

She's onto me! "No. It is Typical STN-J Procedure."

"AMON!"

"What the hell was that?"

"My stomach," Robin sighed.

"FEED ME!" yelled Robin's stomach. "OR I'M NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN!"

Amon had never been threatened by a stomach before. If it was possible, he would have been distressed, but being Amon, he simply put the food quickly on the coffee table.

I knew I let Sister Mary Helen teach me ventriloquism for some reason…thought Robin.

I never knew anybody with an anthropomorphic stomach before… Amon mused.

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Robin's stomach was now happy, and the washer again said BEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!

"Someday I'll figure out how to turn that off," Robin muttered. (Muttering is a known side effect of being around Amon for too long) "See, now we take these out and put them in the laundry basket, because the stuff in the dryer isn't done yet. All these black sheets and pillowcases go on warm."

Amon shoved them in the washer and noticed that there was a little room left. He decided to stick his coat in too.

Robin threw herself in front of the washer. "No, Amon!"

"No?"

"It's dry clean only!"

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Mwahahaha. The Anthropomorphic Stomach chapter. Not much changed again.

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Lucifer's Garden: Gotta love the name. Glad it made your day!

St Earns: If Robin transformed into Lavie, the sound would go up ten decibels, at least. C&M say that they certainly forgive you and they would like some tuna fish.

Carri: Dude. Dell. Damn, I've wanted to say that all day. I need mental help. Anyways, thank you. I have my undead minion repellent ready. :D

AnimeReviewer790: I'm glad to hear it! Praise you with many praises! They first few chs are going to be practically identical to the original.

Fiery Demon Fox: I could argue that I'm evil-er-er-er, but it would go on forever. :P Thanks!

Elyndewen Startree: Nope. 'Bout the same. Completely, utterly nonsensical.

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Well, that was chapter three, which is masquerading in my file folder as chapter four, thus the 'uh'. I SO need to clean my laptop out…

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