(Nope, still don't own PT.)
She got up and peeked out the door to see Charon right at the door, "Quuuuuuaaaaaaccckkkk?!"
Now, by then Ahiru knew deep down inside she was going to get caught, but she certainly knew
now wasn't the time. She had to improvise, so she hopped under the covers and made her
signature quacking noises, "Fakir? Did you take Ahiru home with you again? I told you not to do
that!" Charon chastised, barging into the room. She made a garbled groan, hoping that would
ward him off, he looked around the room and under the bed, where Uzura was cheering,
"Quack-zura!" Charon sighed and walked out of the room, where Ahiru saw him go into his room
and close the door. She sighed in relief and looked into Fakir's drawers for some clothes, She
quite an interesting amount of underwear, then, at the bottom of that drawer was a single dress.
It was hers, but why did he keep her clothes was very odd, she dug a little further to find her other
outfit, she chose that one. After slipping into her clothes, she went up to Uzura, "Snore if you hear
someone come in, and be absolutely quiet." She said, and walked out the door. Fakir burst into
Aotoa's panting, "I need to create a story, now!" He demanded, sitting at the desk and picking up
the duck feather quill and dunking it in ink. "And what predicament are you in this time?" Aotoa
asked, pushing his glasses up. Fakir chocked, he didn't answer, just kept writing, so Aotoa
decided to take the chance and look over his shoulder, "You got her pregnant?!" He said with
a squeak in his voice. "Most likely, I mean, you know." He mumbled, dunking his quill in more ink.
Aotoa's face turned serious, "Okay. So what exactly are you doing?" He asked with a more
pleasurable tone. "Faster child birth. So nobody gets suspicious. Someone did it to create me."
Fakir admitted, Aotoa pushed his glasses up once again, "Most likely your father." He said.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door, Aotoa opened it up to see Autor, "This has gone on
long enough!"