The Sleeptalker
"I understand the sleeptalking thing, but what I don't understand is the dragon princess dream and why I'm in it."
Ben looked up from his bowl of cereal at his friend sitting across the table. "What?" he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. He had the feeling that he was going to have to do some serious explaining. He never should have let Tag-9 crash on his couch while his apartment was remodeled.
"I mean," Tag set down the newspaper he was reading and leaned forward, "why do you keep calling me 'Princess Taggles' while you're sleeping."
Ben chuckled nervously, stalling for a second until he could come up with a decent answer. "I really doubt I do that." he said finally
Nodding at his Ghost with as much of a smug smile as his Exo features would allow Tag leaned back in his chair. "I thought you might say that."
Ben felt his face heat from embarrassment as the Ghost began to play an audio recording. "No, no," came Ben's sleep laced voice from the previous night, "not like that. If you don't want the dragon to find us you're going to have to learn how to fly. It's easy, Princess Taggles, just flap your arms like this." The muffled noises of Ben flapping his arms in his sleep were quickly drowned out by Tag's recorded laughter.
Waving wildly at the Ghost Ben managed to quiet it before meeting Tag's gaze. "What do you want to keep this quiet?"
"Next time you're in the Crucible you stand in the most obvious place the entire time wearing a dunce cap and holding a sign that says 'Warlock's suck' in big, neon letters. Also, I'm requesting a Fireteam reassignment because I will never be able to take orders from a man who makes out with the princess version of me in his dreams. Tag stood up dramatically and bowed deeply before leaving the room. "Goodbye, my prince." He called over his shoulder as the door snicked shut.
With a groan Ben dropped his face to the table. He meant to thump his forehead against the wood, but plunged his face into his food instead. His Ghost managed to hold his laugh in just long enough to snap a picture of Ben's scowling features dripping milk all over the table.
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I know this is really short and dorky, but I was bored and it made me laugh. I sprained my wrist pretty bad a couple days ago so I'm typing with only one hand which is excruciatingly slow and completely messes up what I had planned for this. I am writing a prank wars and it's beautiful, but as it's fairly long and I have injured myself you will have to wait. You can blame the ninjas that attacked me for my Pokemon for this delay. :/
(ps Ben if you read this I'm sorry but you talk in your sleep and sometimes it's weird so now you're a Guardian I don't make the rules)
