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People have a sixth sense, some people are aware of it and others ignore that such a thing exists because that goes under a 'supernatural' catagory, yet it does exist and whether people want to believe it or not, they have it.

Mustardseed has it and knows it.

So when he left the nice warm house, that he resides in to go for an early morning jog, where the clouds were grey and gloomy, he had a sixth sense sensation.

Maybe he was paranoid.

Taking one last longing look towards his house that seemed so inviting, he started off at a comfortable jogging pace.

And the feeling continued...

Click

Mustardseed stopped.

Click. Click.

That was the sound of a camera. He tried not to pull his hair in frustation, because she was back.

"Daphne?"

Silence.

Two could play at that game. Mustardseed drew in a deep breathe and barked out, "Marco!"

A yelp came from the bushes to his left, "Polo!"

...

"Damn."

"You are a stalker."

"Oh hush. The technical term is detective. Taking pictures of you wearing tight shirts is part of my investigation."

"Investigation?"

The bushes rustled, "Yes, I am conducting an investigation on you!"

"On what grounds?"

"The grounds of 'none of your beeswax'"

"Daphne!"

Waking up to the lovely smell of bacon and eggs was something Mustardseed really did enjoy about Daphne's visits. One gets tired of ramen noodles for every meal. Though the food didn't make up about what he didn't like about her.

One, she was annoying and noisy. Two, she watched him while he slept. Three, damages his house. Four, befriends his guard dog. Five, insults him and stalks him.

Number four was just a slap to the face, the dog guarded Daphne more than it guarded him. It growled at his feet if he even went to touch her shoulder.

He wanted to call it 'Dipper' and Daphne wanted to call him 'Brownie'.

Guess who the dog listened to.

Ugh. Brownie...

"Do you have maple syrup?"

Mustardseed stopped eating and stared at the brown-haired girl who was poking through his pantry. "Yeah, in the fridge."

Daphne sent him a look of disbelief, "You put maple syrup in the fridge?"

He looked back, rather perplexed, "That's where it goes?"

"No!" She protested, "It goes in the pantry!"

"Fridge."

"Pantry!"

"But now it's cold. " She complained.

"I like it cold."

"You are a weird person."

Mustardseed glared at the broken glass that littered his floor and the wind gently blowed in from the broken window, sending a chill down his spine. "I don't want to hear that from you."

"Oh, you adore me, really."

"Pretty sure I just deal with you because Sabrina would murder me if I called the police on you."

"It's good to have connections, huh?" She sent him a wink.

He shoved down the last piece of eggs from his plate and handed his plate to her with a smirk, "Absolutely. Now do the dishes."

"Mustardseed. Am I pretty?"

Her brown hair was tangled up in a messy pile, held back by a clip. Skinny jeans, baggy sweater and hands on hips with a look that told him he didn't dare answer wrong.

His heart started beating twice as fast because, really, he didn't have to even lie.

Sincerely, he answered, "You look beautiful."

Daphen blinked. Her cheeks reddened and her hands fell to her sides limply. Mustardseed wondered if he said something wrong, she wasn't looking at him anymore.

She spoke up, deadpan, "You look like a fish."

"Who asked you!"

The sound of glass shattering had Mustardseed bolting up in his bed, looking around wildly for an object to defend himself with. Then he remembered the Grimm girl and fell back with a relieved sigh.

A few seconds later, it turned into an irritated sigh.

There went another window.

"Morning!"

He looked over to his doorway and gaped.

Daphne was decked out in toilet paper, wrapped up like an Egyptian mummy, wrapping all the way from her legs to her head.

"What happened?"

"I'm a ninja!" Her voice was muffled, by the layers of toilet paper.

"Ninja's don't wear toilet paper."

"Low-budget ninjas do."

Late in the afternoon, Daphne ran into his house while he was drinking a glass of water and dropped a bombshell on him.

...

I'm going a date!"

Mustardseed dropped his glass of water, hit the back of the kitchen counter and slipped on random banana peel laying on the ground.

Needless to say, he was shocked.

Also covered in water and embarrased.

Daphne thought it was hilarious and couldn't stop snickering for ten minutes before continuing with her news. "He is really cute. And! It's tonight!"

"Why are you telling me?"

Mustardseed's stomach was twisting uncomfortable and he felt tense.

Daphne rolled her eyes, "You are my friend, silly."

You break into my house daily, tell me you have feelings for me, cook me food, and stalk me on a regular basis. Then you call me a friend and go on a date with someone else? Mustardseed decided that the reasoning was based on his thoughts alone so he better keep his mouth shut. Besides... she looked happy.

He shrugged, "Have fun."

Daphne looked rather disappointed at his reply, "M'kay... I will."

He looked away and awkward silence filled the room till Daphne quietly left him alone, standing in his kitchen.

Jealousy was an awful thing.

"Why did you dump orange juice over yourself?"

Daphne grinned at him through strands of dripping brown hair, "Would you like to know?"

"No." He answered promptly. "It was a rhetorical question." He handed her a towel, "Your shirt is soaked."

"Get me one of yours."

He scowled, "Don't order me around."

He ended up going up to his room and getting her one of his t-shirts anyway. To make himself feel better, he grumbled like an grumpy old man the whole way there and back. Because he also such a mature teenager, he threw it at her rather than handing it to her.

"You are paying for that orange juice, you know."

"Jerk." She stuck her tongue out at him, "Turn around."

Doing as she said, he focused on looking at the microwave, till she had finished putting on his shirt and he took her shirt to wash with his laundry.

...

"Daphne. Stop sniffing my shirt."

"Just trying to figure out what detergent you use."

"That's creepy."

"It smells nice."

"Don't wink at me when you say that. That is so creepy!"