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Now on with the fic!
Chapter 3
"Did I tell you that he made these for me?" Angie said to her sister for what was possibly the fifth time since they had returned to their room.
"Yes, multiple times," Ophira said uninterestedly. "It's all you've been able to talk about."
"But he made them for me. How often is it that a guy will make you something? You just wait til you fall in love, 'Phiri. He's so dreamy, and I'm not just talking about looks either."
"I don't know about his looks, he seems like a green blob to me." Ophira joked. Angie scowled slightly but remembered that she would have no way of knowing.
"I'm scowling at you, 'Phiri. And I'm about to throw a pillow."
"Then I'm about to duck."
Angie pulled one glove off ance attatched a vine from her palm into the back of the pillow. She whipped the pillow with as much force as she could and pulled back before it ever had the chance to hit her sister. Of course, by this time Ophira had already proceeded to fall off the side of the bed. Angie leaned over and pulled the girl up.
"How weak are you? I didn't even try hitting you."
"Ha ha," Ophira grumbled. "Just help me up."
"I think she liked it, the gloves that is..." Tom said to the very unhappy Skinner.
"You owe me a new bed."
"But you never know, do you? She may have just been being polite. She's not really one to keep her powers to herself and all." Tom rubbed the burned mark on his lower left arm. "Trust me, I know."
"She may have been flirting," Skinner interjected. "The girl obviously has some screws loose, maybe this is her messed up way of saying 'I love you Tom, worship me!"
Tom glared at the man. "I really doubt she would say something like that. Where did you get 'worship me' from anyway?"
"The girls dream, the man they love worshipping the ground they walk on. Mr. Sensitive and all that. Trust me, it works."
Tom had to choke back his laughter. "Exactly how long has it been since you've actually had a date? And grabbing at Mina doesn't count." Tom said before Skinner could get commenting ideas.
"Not since the incident," Skinner said sullenly. "But if my luck with the other Holmes doll changes things might be looking up."
"Everything is 'looking up' when you're at rock bottom, Skinner. Come on, we should probably find out what the others are up to."
As Tom walked away Skinner glared again. He was lucky Tom couldn't see what finger he was holding up.
Author's Note: So there it is, Chapter 3! Read and review my reviewing friends! Also, sorry 'Phiri again about the doll comment. I have a strong feeling that I'll be paying for that one for quite some time (pray for me everyone!) Now review my people!
