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Dress Wearing Children

"Mury!" Eragon whispered, shaking Murtagh trying his best to get him awake. Murtagh grumbled in his sleep. "Mury!" Eragon whispered again, getting annoyed that he won't wake up. Sure it was around midnight, but he wanted to play, but there was no one to play with so when you have a five year-old brother sleeping next to you, your first thoughts are, 'Hey, I know! Why don't I wake him up so we can play?' and that is what Eragon is doing right now. "Mury!" Eragon shouted/whispered. Murtagh sleepily opened his eyes and looked at Eragon in confusion.

"Huh?" He asked. Eragon leaned back, looking at Murtagh as he sat up straight.

"Play?" He asked innocently. Murtagh gave what his brother wanted a thought, before shrugging.

"Sure. What do you want to play?" He asked. Okay, Eragon had to admit he didn't think that far ahead, so he shrugged.

"I dunno." He replied. Murtagh let out a sigh, then an Idea hit him.

"Eragon? Have you ever heard of the tickle monster?" He asked his little brother innocently. Eragon cocked his head at him, in wonder.

"Monstew?" Who was this 'tickle monster' Murtagh spoke about? It was a wonder at how smart his brother was. Murtagh smiled devishly at him as he inched closer.

"Yes, it's known to tickle you, but if you scream out, it will kill you!" Murtagh whispered warningly. Eragon's eyes widened in fear as he looked right to left looking for this 'tickle monster.' "So do you promise to be quiet for when it comes?" He asked. Eragon looked at him, eyes wide as he bobbed his head up and down. "Good!" He launched at Eragon and started to tickle him. Eragon tried his best to be quiet just as he said, but it was difficult.

"Stop tickling me!" Eragon managed to say, holding his breath so he won't squeal. Murtagh let out little giggled as Eragon squirmed underneath him, trying his best to get away from his tickling fingers.

"Say, 'please!'" Murtagh ordered as tears started to stream out of Eragon's eyes from fighting the laughter.

"Pwease! Pwease!" Eragon squealed out as Murtagh got off his brother. Eragon panted as he pouted. "Twat wasn't nice, Mury!" He huffed. Murtagh softly shoved him as another idea popped in his head. He was on a roll!

"Wanna play dress up?" He asked, earning Eragon's undivided attention. Eragon nodded, his brother taking his hand and leading him out of the tent, quietly careful not to wake anybody. Murtagh put his finger to his lip, telling Eragon to be quiet while the toddler just copied what he did with wide curious eyes.

"Where we going?" He asked cutely. They snuck behind a tent, careful not to get caught.

"Angela and Solembum left to the nearest town to get some supplies and are going to sleep at an inn for the night! We're going to sneak into their tent to play dress up!" Murtagh whispered, Eragon nodded.

"Why do we need to sneak?" He asked him. Murtagh stopped and looked at him as if he was stupid.

"Duh! It's what awesome ninja's do!" He replied, smacking his forehead while sticking out his tongue. Eragon nodded.

"Ooh!" Now he understood! He was going to be the bestest ninja there ever was! Even more better than Murtagh! Silently they snuck into the tent and looked around. The first thing that caught Eragon's eye, was the frog. "Fwoggy!" He cheered/whispered. Murtagh let go of his hand as he went through Angela's clothing to play dress up in while Eragon went to his beloved froggy.

"Eragon, put this on!" Murtagh whispered to him, throwing him a pink dress. Eragon looked at the dress questionable. How was he going to put this on? How did he even put on clothing? He didn't know how, but maybe Murtagh will help him. Eragon turned to look at his brother and saw him wearing a violet dress that was way too big for him.

"Pwetty Mury! Pwetty Mury!" Eragon clapped.

"Stop being a grouch." Both of them froze in place as they heard the voice outside.

You said we were going to stay at an inn. They heard Solembum grouch about. Then they walked in and froze.

"Angy! Soley! Hi! Hi!" Eragon cheered unaware of the 'danger' him and Murtagh were in.

"It was his idea!" Murtagh shouted, pointing at Eragon. Eragon looked at Murtagh curious. What was his idea? The world will never know.
"What was my idea?" Eragon asked.

"Murtagh what are you wearing?" Angela asked, unaware of Eragon and Murtagh's exchange of words.

"I think it's a dress." He replied.

"Why are you in it?"

"We're playing dress up."

"It's midnight."

"Eragon woke me up wanting to play."

"Why play dress up."

"Because… I dunno."

Get out of it! Solembum suddenly shouted, interrupting their exchange of words. Men don't wear dresses!

"I do." Murtagh said.

"Dresses are pwetty!" Eragon commented smiling as he held on to Albert.

Be a man and get out of that dress! Solembum cried. Murtagh looked down at it, and then back up.

"Is it not my color?" He asked innocently. Angela cracked up at that.

It's not any man's color! Solembum was starting to get frustrated.

"Wanna wear dress! Wanna wear dress!" Eragon cried, suddenly bored. And that is how the night went, Solembum chasing Murtagh around trying to get him out of the dress, while Eragon and Angela talked about dresses and frogs.

Preview of next chapter:

"Swim?"

"Ducky!"

"Leave that poor animal alone!"

"Drown?"