Back to Paris

December 20th

Sly was still packing when Carmelita walked in. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" The raccoon lifted his face from his luggage and smiled. "I'll be fine, Carmelita. It's just a little trip." She frowned at him. "If you say so. Just, don't do anything stupid." Sly's smile grew wider. "Awwww, are you jealous that I might find another stunning fox in Paris?"

Carmelita smiled and gave Sly a friendly punch in the arm. It was definitely going to leave a bruise in the morning. Sly let out a little hiss. "Gosh Carm, I was just kidding. I only have eyes for one fox." He laughed at the expression Carmelita made at the last part. "Yo! Cracker box! We gotta get going if we're gonna catch our flight!" Sly picked up his suit case and started walking outside with Carmelita.

As Sly was about to get in the van, he searched through his pockets and found something. "This is for you." He handed Carmelita a small blue envelope. "Promise me you wont open it till we're gone?" The fox's eyes narrowed into rather menacing slits, seeing she'd have to wait. "You have ten seconds, Cooper."

Sly hopped in the back with Bentley at the count of eight. He smiled, waving and giving her a wink as the van pulled away. She waved back, a sad smile on her face. Carmelita sat on the sidewalk and gently opened the envelope. She pulled out his calling card, smiling when she noticed the hastiness of Sly's hand writing on the back. She turned it over and the message made her heart swell a little.

You know I really care about you, so I'm just going to ask.

Would you like to be my girlfriend?

Insertinterestingemailnamehere

Carmelita blushed, having a little happy burst. When she realized how he asked her, she became furious. "Why didn't he just ask me BEFORE he left?! I'm going to strangle that ring-tailed idiot." She sighed. 'But I have to admit, that was a really clever way to do the job.

Sly was sitting in first class on the plane, watching a little mouse boy and raccoon girl play eye spy. "Eye spy something... adult like!" The mouse was looking at Sly, making him smile. The raccoon girl shot up and pointed at him. "That guy!" The mouse nodded, a big (excuse the pun) cheesy grin on his face. Sly waved at the kids who waved back. They continued their little game for another twenty minutes and fell asleep.

Sly turned his phone on. He had on airplane mode, so he was aloud to use it. "Ah, sweet, sweet alpaca evolution." Lately, Sly had been playing a lot of alpaca evolution. It is a very addictive game.

"Alright passengers, we have officially landed. We hope you have enjoyed your flight." Sly picked up his suitcase and headed towards the exit, but didn't see Bentley or Murray. He headed to the back of the section and seen Bentley snoozing and Murray in the bathroom. Sly gently shook the turtle, but to no avail. He decided on a rougher approach. "WE'RE GONNA CRASH!" He screamed in the turtle's ear (or wear the ear should be.) causing him to jolt awake. "Sly! PARACHUTES!" He turned around and saw Sly giggling. "Very funny." Bentley said with a disapproving face.

Murray walked out of the bathroom. "They have fancy soaps in their you guys! It was shaped like a clam or something." Bentley got his and Murray's suitcase down from the boarding area and headed outside to see Dimitri flirting with the flight attendant. "Ah, you have such a stunning personality ma chère. How about you come take a tour of the Musée de Dimitri?" The female iguana blushed slightly.

Murray ran up to Dimitri. "Hey, Dimitri. We need to get going. We have a lot of stops to make." He told the rather frustrated iguana. He winked at the female and trudged over to his friends. "Alright, let's get going since the stop is sooo important." Bentley lead the way to a docking area. "Murray, would you mind unveiling that wondrous contraption over there?"

The hippo looked a bit befuddled, but did as he was told. "It's the van!" He gasped. Murray hugged the van, his little tail wagging rapidly behind him. "How did you manage to get this here, Bentley?" Sly asked. The turtle smiled. "I called in a favor to Penelope." While the turtle was gushing over the thoughts of Penelope, Sly and Dimitri put the luggage in the van.

"Come on cracker box and friends, I want to make it to the clubs before dawn!" It was already 11:30 p.m. Everyone piled in the van. "Can I punch it yet?" Murray asked. Bentley nodded, receiving a happy go lucky smile from the hippo.

They arrived at their old hideout near twelve. "Later! I might bring home some sweet ladies, so do not disturb." Dimitri winked and left them by themselves. Bentley shivered. "I don't even want to imagine that." Murray started unpacking his clothes and came across an old photo. "Hey guys! I found our first picture together!" Sly and Bentley looked at it, smiling.

Sly's hat went a little over his eyes, and his cane was about twice as tall as him. Bentley was wearing an over-sized bow tie, holding his book on nuclear fission and fusion. Murray had his arms draped over both of their shoulders, smiling widely. They all had some of the most genuine smiles.

Bentley smiled. "I remember that day. You ate so many nachos at that amusement park. Murray shivered at the remembrance. "The peppers burned so much, but it was so worth it." Sly smiled and took his phone off of airplane mode and had received an email.

From: TheRainbowPotato98

Did you have to leave before I could answer you?!

:3 well I wanted to think while I was gone

Well I got my answer c:

What is it? ;-;

Yes :) it must be late there o.o shouldn't you be sleeping?

Yeah, I'll talk to you tomorrow then? u.u

Okay ^-^ Night

Sly turned his phone off, and headed towards Bentley and Murray. "Same rooms?" Bentley looked up from his laptop. "Yeah. We'll be headed to bed soon too." Sly nodded and headed towards his old room and unpacked.

The raccoon sat on the window sill in his pajama pants and hoodie, watching the Paris sky. It was beautiful during Christmas. It was also freezing, so he slipped back inside and layed down. Sly heard Dimitri stumble through the door with a giggly lady friend. Deciding that listening would be too weird, he turned his ipod on. After a few minutes of Gerard Way's voice, he drifted off into a dreamless slumber.

Alright, I'm officially a diagnostic mystery, but I'm not going to die.

On the other hand, early update!

Later taters

PudgyPhantomhive~