Dimentio's Illness
Chapter 3
AUTHOR'S NOTE: sorry guys last chapter I'm sorry :( BTW the three chapters happen over 1 week not one day as it may seem. Also, someone asked why Dimentio has a stuffed rabbit. I wanted this story to show a more sentimental side to Dimmy, and that includes making fun of him. Enjoy!
"Ha! I win!" Nastasia exclaimed, setting a Nine of Spades on the table.
"Come on!" Mimi whined.
"Not again! Y'know, I think you're cheating!" Mr. L accused, pointing a finger at her.
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Are what?" Asked a familiar voice. It was Dimentio. He was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, where Nastasia, Mimi and Mr. L were playing cards at the small table.
"Dimmy!" Mimi jumped from her chair and hugged the young jester. "Sorry I yelled at you the other day..."
"That's quite alright." He smiled, and hugged her back.
"Hey, man! You feeling better?" Mr. L walked over to Dimentio.
"Somewhat. My stomach is still not feeling the best." he replied.
"Want something to eat?" Nastasia got up and went over to the fridge.
"Oh,yes, please. What do you think I could keep down?" Dimentio took a seat at the table.
"Well, there's toast, some leftover pancakes from yesterday, or, hmm, lets see...Oh, there's soup, too."
"Soup, please."
"Uh, Tomato or Spicy soup?"
"Spicy"
"'K" Nastasia walked over to the kitchen counter, and began to prepare his soup. Mimi came over as well, and whispered in her ear.
"Dimmy looks cute in his P.J.'s, don't ya think?" The young girl giggled.
Nastasia turned to see Dimentio, clothed in his pyjamas, talking to Mr. L. She hadn't noticed before. But now that she did notice, she had to agree.
She turned back to the counter and whispered to Mimi. "Kinda!" The two girls giggled loudly.
"What's so funny?" Dimentio asked, turning to face them. He had his back to the counter, and had to turn to make eye contact.
"Yeah, what's going on over there?" Mr. L asked suspiciously.
"Uh, nothing..." Nastasia struggled to keep her giggling under control.
"Yep, nothing at all..." Mimi also had trouble containing herself.
Dimentio and Mr. L looked at each other, and Mr. L shrugged. Dimentio looked at the girls one more time, then went back to his conversation.
Once Dimentio finished his soup, O' Chunks lumbered into the room.
"'Ey lad! Feelin' any better?" O' Chunks asked as he headed for the cupboards.
"Somewhat. However, the soup certainly helped. And, I think that I will head up to bed, if that is allowed." Dimentio glanced at Nastasia.
"Uh, yeah, I think you can, just let me check..." Nastasia flipped through the pages on her clipboard. "Yeah, you're free for today."
"Excellent. I will be sleeping. Ciao!" Dimentio then teleported back to his room.
Mr. L sighed. "How come I don't have a schedule like Dimentio?"