Steramystilen: Heh. So. This chapter comes out approximately a year (most likely even more) later than promised. I apologize to those who were eager to read this Yeah, like anyone would want to read such a poorly written story. I had various issues to contend to. Um. A few notes about this chapter. I know that Raimundo may seem a little too…angry, but you'll see why he's so anal. It probably still doesn't justify his temper, but it kind of…lets one understand it, I suppose. And Kimiko is just…weird. I don't know how else to describe it. I actually wrote this a long, long, long time ago, but never got around to posting it (once again, sincerest apologies). Also, I made a few tiny, minor changes to the first chapter so if a part of this chapter doesn't seem right, you'll know why.
Well. On with the story.
An Unexpected Invitation:
Scratch Scratch
Raimundo heard the noise, but he didn't bother to open his eyes. He never woke up at 6 A.M. anyways.
Scratch Scratch
Still, no response was derived from the sleeping Brazilian.
"Raimundo! Wake up!"
That woke him up. Jerking awake with a start, he groggily opened his eyes and looked towards the source of the sound. It appeared to be coming from outside his door.
"I'm coming!! Just wait a minute!!" he groaned. He made his way towards the door, unlocked it, and opened it to find…no one.
"What the?" he shouted. "Whoever it is, come on out! Now!"
"Look lower…" replied the voice.
"Huh?" He looked down a bit.
"LOWER!"
He looked down to the floor, and said listlessly, "Oh, it's you. When'd you get back?"
On the floor, right in front of him, he saw a green, four feet dragon with a small beard glaring at him. It was Dojo Kanojocho, the temple guardian and Dragons' only living friend from the temple. Although the four Dragons didn't see much of Dojo, since he spent most of his time at the beaches, he was still very close with the Dragons, especially Raimundo. Omi suspected this was because Raimundo was the strongest Dragon, but whether that was true or not, Raimundo didn't seem to mind.
"What? No 'Hi, Dojo' or 'How was the trip'? Just an 'Oh, it's you'?" asked Dojo indignantly, as though insulted.
Raimundo rolled his eyes. "Give me a break. I don't have time for this. I'm going to go back to sleep." He slammed the door closed and returned to his bed. At first, he considered getting up, but then dismissed the idea. A few more hours of sleep would do…him good…
On the other side of the wall, someone was fuming.
"Hmph. If that's the welcome back I get, then I don't need you!" huffed Dojo. "I can do perfectly fine without you!" He wandered over to Kimiko's room and prepared to knock, but then decided against it. Rather than that, he walked, no, slithered, to the kitchen for an early breakfast.
Three hours later, the four Xiaolin Dragons finally got up. Even after washing up, they were all still tired. Soporifically, they made their way to the dining hall, where a certain dragon was putting his dishes away.
Upon first glance, the four Dragons were very startled, including Raimundo. The incident that morning had been wiped clean from his mind. After the initial shock wore off, Kimiko, Clay, and Omi rushed over to Dojo's side before they began to all speak at once.
"Dojo? Oh my gosh, when did you get back?" squealed Kimiko. She was so ecstatic, she began jumping up and down. "You should've told us you were coming back today!! We would've prepared something for you!"
"Yeah, lil' buddy. Why didn't ya ring us up or somethin'?" inquired Clay.
"Dojo! I am so pleased you have finally returned! It has not been the same without you here!" said Omi, clapping his hands together.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" yelled Dojo. "Calm down, kids."
At this, Clay raised his eyebrow. "Nine years, Dojo. It's been nine years since we first met an' you still go round callin' us 'kids'?"
"I guess old habits really do die hard," shrugged Dojo. "Anyways, how've you guys been while I took my two week retreat in Hawaii?"
"You went to Hawaii, Dojo?" asked Omi, gazing at Dojo quizzically. "But…but…I thought you said you went to Jamaica!"
"No, no, no! I said that my cousin Nessie has finally decided to go and visit Jamaica. I went to Hawaii!" corrected Dojo, smacking his forehead with his hand.
"But didn't you say that you weren't coming back for two weeks? It's only been ten days…" stated Kimiko.
"True, true," replied Dojo. He cocked an eyebrow in amusement. "But I have a perfectly legitimate reason for being back early!"
"Well, let's hear it, lil' partner. We could sure use some right," urged Clay.
Dojo slithered to the dining room table and sat on it. He motioned to the four Dragons, only, there weren't four. Instead, three Dragons stood in the kitchen doorway, and the fourth was missing.
"Where'd Raimundo go?" asked Dojo. "I really wanted him to be here when I told you guys."
Kimiko looked around the room. Seeing that Dojo was right when he said that Raimundo left, she rolled her eyes and said sarcastically, "I'll go get him. He probably went back to his room to mope about something inexistent." She skittered out of the room and started towards Raimundo's room.
Halfway there, she paused and her breathing began to feel labored. Her eyes started clouding over, and it wasn't long before she had to lean against the door of her room for support as tears she could no longer hold in poured out of her eyes.
'Rai, why won't you tell me what's happened? Sure, you've always been secluded, but never to the point of being a loner. You're my best friend!' she thought bitterly. 'Yeah, right. So much for best friend. If we were best friends, then why are you keeping me out? I'm surprised I made it this far until breaking down. Why won't you tell me what's wrong so I can help you? Is it because you want someone closer?' At that thought, she stopped crying. 'Yeah, that's it!' she mentally cried. 'You can't tell me because we're merely best friends, and you feel like you can only express your emotions to someone even closer! But if I tell you how I feel, then you'll understand and finally let me in!'
Kimiko grinned at that last thought. Love was not enough to describe how she felt towards Raimundo, and yet, it could still show how much she cared for him, and more. Happily, she skittered over to Raimundo's door and was just about to knock, when another nagging thought came to mind.
'But…if he really does like me that way, then why hasn't he picked up anything from all those poems I've published? I've made them as clear as possible, without directly revealing the true identity. How hard can it be to figure out who the "diviner of wind" is? Unless…he doesn't know that what I'm writing is true! That's it!' She smiled proudly. 'He probably thinks that I'm just writing about him because it's so easy, since we're close. Only not that close.'
The last thought caused her to sigh, but her down moment didn't last long. Instead, she gently knocked on Raimundo's door, and called, "Hey Rai, you in there, man?"
No response was heard. This didn't surprise her, considering his behavior yesterday. Unwilling to let Raimundo's attitude get the best of her, she tried calling again.
"Hey Rai! Come on! Please answer! I have something really important to tell you."
Still, she heard no reply. Impulsively, she reached for the knob, twisted it, and walked in. It looked exactly like when she entered in the past, but Raimundo was not inside. Instinctively, she walked over to the closest desk and saw a folded piece of paper on it. Curiosity got the best of her, so she unfolded the page and read the contents.
When she finished approximately one to two minutes later, she deftly refolded the paper, placed it back on the desk, and left the room.
Retreating to her room, she locked the door behind her, and sat upon her bed. Deep in thought, she did not hear a certain brunette enter his room and close the door. Then again, she was in no condition to face him.
"Raimundo…wants to die?"
Her heart didn't want to accept it. Of course, who could blame her? She was just about to tell Raimundo of her true feelings, even if it was spur-of-the-moment, and instead, she found out that Raimundo might possibly be considering taking his own life. The piece of paper on his desk was actually a poem.
A poem about suicide.
"But…that's not possible," stuttered Kimiko, her eyes tearing. "He…he wouldn't do that to us. He know…knows that we love him. Why…?"
She continued to stare at the wall in front of her without actually seeing it. Instead, all she could see was the poem, those fourteen lines that shocked her to numbness. They didn't even make sense to her.
Seasons have changed and years have past
My innocence and faith will no longer last
I hurt and betrayed my one true love
How could I injure such an innocent dove?
After so many years, I still cannot forget
Our wonderful experiences, none of which I regret
As I try to get by each day and night
I cannot help but think of my overdue flight
Maybe I should do it, maybe I will
The hole is one I could never fill
Sucking in everything that crosses its path
How else shall I save them from its wrath?
The unscathed vein never seemed so hateful
After I die, I'm sure they'll be grateful.
'Could he be talking about me?' she thought. 'Could I be the "one true love" he's speaking of? But he's never hurt me or betrayed me. I just wish I knew…'
"Yo! Kimiko! You alive?" someone called from outside, interrupting her thoughts. By the sound of his voice, she assumed it was Dojo.
"Yeah, coming!" she called back. "Just give me a second to reapply my makeup!"
"Sure then. We'll be in the kitchen."
When the person left, Kimiko quickly washed her face to get rid of the tear stains and applied some mascara, makeup, and tied her hair into a bun.
When she entered the kitchen, everyone else was sitting at the table, eating and happily chatting. Even Raimundo looked pleased, for his eyes shone, but the second he saw her walk in, his eyes hardened. However, his voice was still welcoming.
"'Bout time you got here. We were about to send someone in to see if you'd fainted," he said
"Oh really? And why would I have fainted?" she challenged.
"Because you found out that someone mixed green paint in with your mascara," he replied casually.
"Did not," she said stubbornly, but she quickly checked her reflection in her compact mirror just to be sure.
"Oh, not your midnight blue mascara. Your black mascara. But never mind that," he shrugged, completely ignoring how she was about to throw something at him. "Dojo has something to tell us."
"What?" she growled. "And it better be something good, because if not, you better pray that I don't destroy your beloved guitar."
"I'd like to see you try," he sniggered. "After all, I seem to recall that fire is dependent upon air for survival."
"What's that supposed to mean?" she demanded.
"Oh, only that you wouldn't dare doing anything to me for fear that it'd fuck you over more than that what's-his-name kid did," Raimundo replied. "Oh wait, I must correct myself. You've never been fucked, have you?" He cruelly laughed. "Only you would remain a virgin after more than ten years of living with a bunch of males."
Kimiko was about to respond with an equally nasty retort, but a certain emerald dragon interrupted her.
"Hey, can I make my announcement or what?" Dojo asked impatiently.
"Of course," Raminudo replied, as if he hadn't just completely insulted his best friend. "Go ahead."
"Thank you," Dojo huffed indignantly. "Anyways, you'll never believe who I saw in Hawaii! Any guesses? No? It was Jack!"
"Jack who?" asked three confused voices.
"Jack who?" Raimundo scoffed. "Don't tell me you've honestly forgotten about him. Jack Spicer! Wannabe-evil-boy-genius! Goth-boy! Black-foundation-and-mascara boy? Mama's boy? Oh gods, what are you guys, stupid?"
"That Jack?" Clay asked incredulously. "No way. Jack wouldn't risk losin' his pale skin. A cow's more likely to give orange juice."
"Hey, I'm sorry if the truth hurts, but I gotta tell it," Dojo replied, sticking his tongue out.
"Oh really? What about that time you burned my favorite lipstick while you were attempting to find and read my diary, but then told me it was Omi who ate it?" Kimiko asked warily.
"Um, that time, I was…"
"Yes, and remember that time you went on vacation without finishing all your chores, and then lied to us about it?" Raimundo hinted.
"Hey, that was…"
"Yeah, an' I reckon you might've fibbed at least once or twice 'bout not borrowing the Shen-Gong-Wu when going on one 'a your dates," Clay said.
"Okay, okay, I get your points! I'm not the beautiful, innocent, youthful, and wanted dragon that I used to be! But please! I just need your attention so will you please…stop…laughing?"
"Beautiful," Raimudno snorted, trying to stifle his laughter with his hand.
"Innocent," Kimiko sniggered, attempting to stop laughing by covering her mouth with the sleeve of her shirt.
"Youthful," Clay chuckled, hiding his face in his hat.
"Wanted?!" Omi yelped, not even bothering to hide his laughter. If the phrase "laugh your head off" could be taken literally, Omi's head would be…well…most likely in a different galaxy by now.
When they finally managed to calm down, Dojo was gone. They found him wandering in the garden, tending to the roses. However, they also saw that he was actually waiting for them to apologize and ask him to continue.
"Yeah, okay, so you want us to apologize," Kimiko shrugged. "Okay, we're sorry for laughing at you. Will you please tell us what happened now?" she asked sarcastically. "We promise never to laugh at your undeniable honesty ever again."
Her sarcasm was unmistakable, but Dojo, somehow, still missed it.
"Oh, thank you Kimiko! That's the kindest thing anyone ever said to me!" he cried joyfully. "So, I saw him, and I was like, 'No way could that be Jack. He doesn't have makeup, his dorky goggles, or that atrocious trench coat,' but then he turned around, and I saw that it was the exact same red eyes, so I asked him, 'Jack? Is that really you?' and he looked at me and he's like, 'Dojo? Is it you?' and I'm like, 'Whoa. It is you,' and he's like, 'Hey! Wu-finding-lizard! How long's it been?' and I'm like, 'Lizard? I take that as an insult!' and he's like, 'You know I'm kidding, right?' and I'm like, 'Of course, kid,' and he's like, 'Kid? What am I, some five-'"
"Hey, it's a nice story, telling us every single tiny detail that lead up to you and Jack fucking, but could you get a move on? I'd really like to get back to training," Raimundo asked haughtily.
"Since when were you the leader?" asked Dojo indignantly. "And may I remind you that I am not homosexual. I have not and will not fuck Jack." 'Unlike someone else I know,' he thought.
"Since Master Fung promoted me to Shokku Warrior before the rest of you," he retorted.
"Hey fella, why're you so uptight today? You got a gravid cow in your pants or something?" Clay asked, concerned for his friend.
"No, I'm just tired," he replied languidly.
"Still, that's no reason to be so rude to Dojo," Kimiko argued.
"Hey, you want to keep your laptop, you shut up. I'm not in the mood right now," Raimundo snapped.
"You wouldn't dare take my stuff," Kimiko hissed.
"Oh, that sentence sounds quite familiar," Raimundo teased.
"Oh really? You know, I bet that what I said is true. You wouldn't touch me or my stuff because you're scared of me. Oh goodness, Raimundo Pedrosa, the almighty leader of the Xiaolin Dragons, is afraid of one of his underlings, but not just some random underling. He's afraid of a girl," Kimiko taunted. "Come on, I can take you on anytime, anywhere, in anything."
"Then try me," Raimundo challenged. "Let's see how well you fight in bed."
"I will," she retorted, slowly growing more and more irritated with him. It didn't matter that she loved him more than anything else; his attitude was starting to annoy her. Then again, she didn't exactly hear the last few words Raimundo just said.
They glared daggers at each other. The other three began to grow very nervous, but none of them dared to say anything. Finally, Omi hesitantly asked, "Um. Dojo, would you like to continue your most interesting story?"
"Sure, why not," Dojo replied, equally hesitant. "So, anyways, after Jack and I talked for a while, he told me that he'd been meaning to come down and visit us because he's getting married soon."
Silence.
A drip of water from the sink.
More silence.
"You've got to be kidding me. Jack Spicer, Wannabe-Evil-Boy-Genius, Goth-Boy, Black-Foundation-And-Mascara-Boy, is getting married? No matter how much he's changed, he never seemed like the marrying type."
"Wow. Looks like even Raimundo can be surprised," Kimiko noted. "I didn't think you had any emotion left in your body."
"Oh, shut up you," Raimundo retorted. "What would you know about emotion?"
"A lot more than you," she snapped.
"Oh, we'll see. We'll see who knows more," he screamed. "I'll be surprised if you can even remotely relate to what I've been through these years."
He ran back to his room and slammed the door. He didn't bother to lock it, but he didn't need to do that to keep others out. His fury roused the nearby wind, creating a tornado around the bedrooms, completely isolating him from everyone else.
"What's up with him?" Kimiko asked sarcastically. "He's acting like a four-year-old."
Omi and Clay glanced at each other.
"Oh, forget it. Come on, Dojo. What else is there to tell us?" Kimiko asked.
"You sure you want me to tell you guys now? Shouldn't we wait for Raimundo? I kind of wanted to tell you four at the same time," Dojo replied unsurely.
"Oh, did you say something? I could have sworn that I heard a little mosquito buzz," Kimiko said.
"Dojo, why don't you just tell us now? We can tell Raimundo later when he calms down," Clay suggested, 'And stop Kimiko from burning down the entire temple. I swear, what's gotten into the two of 'em? They're getting along worse than Aunt Mable's two cats and four dogs,' he simultaneously thought.
"Yes, right," Dojo said, realizing what Clay meant to say. "So, we were talking about the wedding, and he said that he wants Kimiko to be a bridesmaid, Clay to be an usher, Omi to be the ring bearer, and…Raimundo…to be…the…best man."
"But why would he want us to be a part of it?" Omi asked.
"Because we're his friends?" Clay suggested.
"We see him only once or twice a month!" Omi argued.
"We still communicate with him, and knowing Jack, he probably still doesn't have that many friends," Kimiko explained.
"And what is a 'ring bearer' anyways?" Omi asked.
"…You've never been to a wedding before?" Kimiko asked, surprised.
"What do you expect? The kid grew up in a temple. You guys, plus Raimundo and Master Fung, are his only friends. And none of you guys are married, much less Master Fung," Dojo stated matter-of-factly.
"Basically, a 'ring bearer' carries the two rings up the aisle during the wedding," Clay explained. "The usher accompanies the groom, the guy getting married, while the bridesmaid accompanies the bride, the girl getting married. And the best man is the main guy who accompanies the groom. "
"Oh, I see! I am most enlightened! But why do they need someone to carry the rings? Couldn't Jack just carry the rings with him?" Omi asked.
"It's tradition," Kimiko replied. "So, are we going to do it?"
"'Course," Clay replied, while Omi nodded eagerly. "He's our friend, and it's an honor to do it."
"Good. Then it's decided. Anyways, when is the wedding?" Kimiko asked.
"Next week," Dojo replied.
Silence.
A cricket chirped.
Even more silence.
"Jack is getting married, and he waits until the week before to arrange everything?" Kimiko screeched, temporarily deafening everyone else. .
"Hey, don't kill me for Jack's terrible planning," Dojo argued. "It's not my fault if he likes doing things spur-of-the-moment!"
"Spur. Of. The. Moment?" Kimiko repeated, almost refusing to believe her ears. "Planning a wedding in a month is called spur-of-the-moment. Planning it a week beforehand is plan insanity! How's he supposed to get everything done? Who else is going to be a part of it? How's he supposed to get the invitations out in time? What's everyone wearing? Where is it happening? What time? Who's he even getting married to? He never told us that he was seeing someone. What decorations is he planning on having? How is he supposed to find time to fit rehearsals in?" She continued on and on until finally, someone from inside the bedrooms screamed, "Enough! How's a person supposed to concentrate with a screeching raven outside?"
"Screeching raven?" Kimiko repeated, insulted. "How dare you call me a raven? You are the raven! I am a dove!"
"Dove? My ass. You've got to be kidding me. Since when did you have white hair?" Raimundo yelled back.
"I am not referring to my hair! I am referring to my beauty!" she retorted.
"What beauty? O, and by the way, tell Jack sorry for me, because I'm not going to his wedding."
"What? You cannot be serious!" Omi intervened. "Jack has invited you to be a part of one of the most important events in his life and you refuse? What kind of honor do you have?"
"Honor? You've got to be kidding me. I have no honor. I long since gave up on being honorable. It takes too much time, and besides, I hate weddings," Raimundo said.
"Why would you hate weddings? Besides, I think it's just an excuse for you not to go so that you don't have to be humiliated by me," Kimiko taunted.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe if your parents were killed during their best friends' wedding, you'd dislike weddings as well? Whatever. I'm still not going. Have fun in America without me, or wherever the wedding's being held. Send me a postcard," Raimundo replied.
At this, Kimiko was silent. Her temper might've returned, but she wasn't completely heartless.
"Oh…Um…I…" she stuttered, but Raimundo cut her off.
"No you're not. You couldn't care less. Just go have fun at the wedding. After all, it's probably the closest you'll ever get to your own wedding," he retorted.
"Really. Raimundo. Please. I am sorry. I forgot. Just give it a chance. Jack's one of our best friends. We shouldn't ruin this even for him," Kimiko begged.
"Let me think. No. Now go away," Raimundo spat.
"Why not? It can't be just because of what happened to your…your parents," she argued.
"Of course it's not just because of my parents. But can a guy not want to do something without telling the entire world his reason?" he asked exasperatedly.
"Tellin' us wouldn't be tellin' the 'tire world," Clay pointed out. "We're closer than a bee and its hive. You can tell us anything."
"I still don't want to tell you. Is that such a sin?" Raimundo replied.
"No, but…forget it," Kimiko sighed. She turned to the other three. "Come on, guys. We'll talk to him later. For now, let's just go pack." She started for the bedrooms, but then realized that the tornado was still very active.
"Raimundo! At least let us go to our rooms!" she demanded.
He didn't reply, but the tornado died down, so they returned to their respective rooms and began packing.
Later that night, all five of them came out for dinner, but only four of them spoke.
"You still haven't told us, Dojo, who Jack's getting married to," Kimiko asked. "He's never introduced us to a girlfriend or anything."
"Oh, do you remember that girl who went to the amusement park with us a few months back?" Dojo asked.
"Um, some girl named Alice or something?" Clay guessed.
"You mean Alicia?" Kimiko suggested.
"Yeah, her! Well, she's whom Jack's getting married to," Dojo said.
"That cannot be true! Jack says that they are just friends!" Omi interjected.
"So what?" Kimiko asked. "That was probably just a cover-up. Who else is going to be in the wedding? I'm pretty sure we're not the only ones…"
"The other bridesmaid is Ashley, you know, Katnappé, and Alicia's ten-year-old sister, Justine, is going to be the flower girl. I hear that she's pretty short, hint hint," Dojo winked. "The maid of honor is Alicia's best friend, Olivia. And the other usher is Alicia's friend Matt."
"How do you know all this?" Omi asked.
"Because I asked Jack?" Dojo suggested.
"So, what else is there to know about the wedding?" Kimiko asked. "Please, tell me all the details that you know."
"Um. As far as I know, the wedding's going to be held in New York. I think the place is called Center Park, or something similar. Wait, is it Center Park? Um…no, it's called…Central Park! Yeah. Anyways, a few of Jack's and Alicia's coworkers are also attending, along with the rest of Alicia's family, which is quite a lot of people. Jack's parents should be coming as well, I hope. And you guys are allowed to bring anyone else you guys want, but he hopes that you'll bring only a few people if any, because he does want it to be small. He expects that you guys will be able to get outfits tomorrow, or at least before you guys go to New York, since I, the mystical dragon, am your transportation. I think that's about it. He'll fill you in on all the important details later. I was thinking we could go to Japan to get your outfits, since it's more convenient, and then we fly over to Jack's place."
"Hmm…I believe that shall work," Omi commented, and Clay nodded in agreement. Kimiko didn't say anything. Instead, she just stared at the wall, her eyes slightly glazed over.
A few moments of silence that was punctured only by eating sounds passed.
"When are you guys leaving tomorrow morning?"
Four heads turned to face the door. Raimundo was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed.
"You sure you don't want to come with us?" Kimiko asked.
"Yeah. Sorry, guys. It's not a good time for me to go to New York," he replied.
"And why is that?" Omi asked.
"Porque no quiero, y estoy esperando para a alguien," he replied.
Silence.
"What?!" three voices simultaneously asked. Clay still had food in his mouth, so he could only mumble a "wu."
"Oh, did I say that in Spanish?" he asked sarcastically, his eyes malicious. "I'm sorry; let me repeat it in English. I. Don't. Want. To. Comprenden?"
"Dude, what's up your ass?" Kimiko snapped.
"You sure you want to know?" Raimundo asked, amused. "If you want, feel free to go take a look."
"Ugh, no thanks. If I wanted to die from fright and disgust, I'd go to a swamp," she replied sweetly.
"You go do that. And tell Jack that I apologize, but I refuse. I'll be awake in time to see you guys off. Night, guys. I'm out." Raimundo walked out and to his room where he laid on the bed. His eyes were closed as he pondered his dream.
Back in the kitchen, Kimiko asked, "So, when are we leaving? Eight?"
"I reckon we should leave 'round six. Just in case, ya' know," Clay replied.
"But will Dojo or Raimundo be able to wake up at six?" Omi asked.
"Hey, I heard that!" Dojo shouted indignantly.
"I was just lambing!" Omi quickly said in response.
"So. We leave at six?" Kimiko asked.
"Yup," Dojo replied. "Want me to go tell Raimundo?"
"We can do that after we finish cleaning up the kitchen," Kimiko replied.
"Why does Raimundo not have to help clean up the kitchen?" Omi demanded.
"Because he cleaned up earlier," Kimiko said.
Half an hour later, the kitchen was, once again, clean. Kimiko marveled at how four people and a dragon could make such a large kitchen so messy.
"Remember, kiddies," Dojo said as the four of them returned to their respective rooms, "We're leaving at six. We're not waking up at six, but leaving, so wake up around five or something."
"Yes, Dojo," the other three replied.
"Well, now, I'll go tell Raimundo before I retire as well. Night, kids."
"Night, partners."
"Good night, my friends."
"Night, guys."
"Oh yeah! Raimundo! We're leaving at six! Okay? Night!"
"…You just had to yell that out at the top of your lungs, didn't you?"
"Sorry, man. I didn't feel like walking back just to tell you."
"Walk? You have no legs."
"…You know what I mean."
"Yeah, whatever…"
"You guys want to shut up? A girl needs to sleep if she wants to wake up in time tomorrow!"
"Will do, mistress. Night, Dojo."
"Night, Raimundo."