A/N: Hello everyone and welcome to this new chapter! Likeusual, I'll get into the responses!

SilentXD7: I'm glad you're enjoying it. For now, he can kind of access the Toons' 'abilities' as I showed at the beginning, but we'll see for the future.

Phillyitalian: I'm basing it off the anime and light novel. Especially when he points out certain...features that don't allow men to do a lot of the same moves women can without intense practice.

Drake202:I'm glad you've been enjoying it, and Ethan has some pretty bad luck, that's for sure.

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Everyone was gone, so I did the one thing that made sense at the moment, with only Claire to see me.

Slowly, a whine that sounded pathetic, especially to me, escaped as I looked at the pile of cinders that once would have been my home from my position on the floor on my bedroll. "My home…" The first home I had in a while that had a roof over my head, a sturdy roof and not just canvas.

It was gone in the blink of an eye.

Or more like a gradual destruction, started by time and finished by the flames of a firecracker and knocked down by an Ice Queen.

Nothing but complete misfortune could ever truly describe what happened to me.

"Honestly, what are you muttering about over there?" Claire asked, crossing her arms as I slowly turn over to look at her, despair clear in my features.

"Arsonist." I accuse as she stumbles.

"Gah!" She coughs, almost as if something pierced her as she stumbled.

"Criminal." I added as, again, she acted like she took damage.

"I get it." She yells out, before continuing on, far softer than before with a blush and pouty lips, "I also feel a little bad."

"You didn't stop there, you forced me into your problems too." I accuse again as she seems especially ashamed at that, her face turned away from me and unwilling to look me in the eye of my accusations. Finally, I sigh, "But whatever, I'll just sleep here, out in the cold." I continue, another metaphorical arrow piercing her.

Slowly, my gaze urns to the forest, "Might even have to go to the forest, stupid it might be." I add, after all, I've heard my fair share of horror stories involving that place in my day here.

Hell, a lot of those stories have got me wondering how the hell I survived that place.

Finally, I heard the sound of footsteps on the grass, probably Claire, but for what reason…?

My curiosity caused me to turn to meet eyes with her as she get closer, startling me with how close she is, her breath hitting me as I'm a bit entranced by her eyes. "Th-Then let me compensate you!"

There was a pause as my brain had to catch up with what she said and found itself wanting as I repeat, "Huh? 'Compensation'?"

While she nods resolutely, I can't help the slight tinge of fear I get at those words and the multitude of connotations that come with them.

I really, really, don't like it.

To Ethan's dismay, the worry was very, very, much prompted, after all once he cleaned up his stuff and grabbed his pack to follow after Claire, he was met with a lavish and elaborate mansion, lacking the strange architecture of the school with windows facing in their direction, a door prompting them to Raven Class' only dormitory, full of females and meant for the upper-class. Aristocrats so to say, something Ethan is, decidedly, not.

A place he should not be in for any reason whatsoever. "Wait…" Ethan trails off, "hold on, what?"

"I'll let you freeload in my room for a while." Claire says like it was the most obvious thing in the world, reaching up and brushing her hair with her hand as she continues, "Please be grateful." She warns and walks off before Ethan could raise any excuse or anything else.

"Wait, why?" He succinctly asks, confusion coursing through his form as he chases after her, experience keeping the sound from the jostling of his backpack to a minimum so as to not impede or alert anyone of his presence.

"If I left you outside," she starts, glancing back, "Rinslet would just come to meddle. Besides, you're my Slave Spirit," she 'reminds' him, "it's natural for me, the Elementalist, to take care of you."

"Yeah, but," he stops himself as he opens the door open for her, as a gentleman should even if Claire hasn't shown him the same amount of courtesy, "aren't you worried I might do something?"

If anyone would ask Ethan, he admittedly doesn't really care much about things like propriety, but he feels like he should ask, just to make sure that he'll come out fine by the end rather than missing something he came in with, figurative or otherwise.

She was suddenly very worried and self-conscious, hugging herself and cautiously stepping back, her voice lowered as the two were already inside the building and neither of them wanted to attract unwanted attention. "D-Do you plan to do something to me?"

"Not at all." Ethan answers, closing the door behind him as his steps make no sound and ignoring the suspicious glare Claire sent him, the two doing their utmost to not bring attention to themselves.

Finally, she answers, "Scarlet will stand watch. If you do something-."

"I think I can imagine the ending, no need to answer." Ethan glare, a lot more anxious than before. Admittedly, he wasn't thinking of doing anything to Claire, but the heat Scarlet can generate isn't something to sneeze at. "Still, ain't there a rule against bringing a guy into a female dormitory?" It is a pretty easy conclusion to come to.

"It's alright," Claire waves it off as they were going up a set of stairs, "because you will be treated as my contracted Spirit. Same as Scarlet."

"So, the secretary of the dormitory will accept that?" Ethan asks, causing Claire to stiffen. Seems like they do have one, and she must be scary if she causes Claire to react like she just did. It had Ethan curious but he still has a sense of self-preservation so he made the decision to not say anything, both to stay hidden from the view of the secretary that can cow Claire into submission but also because he has nothing else to say.

Well, he would be complaining, but he feels like he got a good enough feel of Claire's personality, and any complaints would end with threats of Scarlet turning him to cinders.

"So, how's it like being in a dormitory?" He asks, almost excited, "Wait, if you're in a dormitory, shouldn't you have a roommate? Or three?" He asks, his mind going to what little he knows about dormitory. After all for a lot of his life he has been on the run, he's never had the chance to be in one, much less.

"Quiet!" She hisses, with a lot more vitriol than needed as Ethan shut his mouth. "We don't want to attract the dorm supervisor." She warns, the two falling into silence the rest of the way while evading attention.

Well, at that point the two were already at the exit of the second floor as Claire hurried to a door, looking around before opening it and waving him inside, "Come on! Hurry."

"Excuse the intrusion~." He says as he walks in, only to have his foot catch something. "Oh shi-!" Before he could finish, his body hit the floor and Claire closes the door, engulfing the room into total blackness.

"Flame, illuminate." She chants in that strange language as the lights of the room turn on to reveal two beds, one was immaculately done, almost untouched while the other…

Rubbing his face to get rid of the lingering pain going though his face after eating dirt as badly as he did, the first thing he saw was something that was so contrary to what he believed of Claire.

She was hard-working, stubborn, and pretty, someone as such should have a clean room, right?

"I have my home on my back," Ethan starts in disbelief, a judging look on his face as he turns to her, "and I keep it organized better than this."

Her bed was undone, the blanket splayed haphazardly with the pillow halfway off the bed. All over her room, random scraps of paper and trash were left for whoever would be so interested, even some clothes was hidden among the trash. Piles of unorganized books were left unattended in piles across the floor. "At least pick up the books." He notes with a bit of disbelief as he takes off his backpack and leaves it to the side.

"U-Usually Scarlet does the cleaning. Anyway, get up." She insists while lightly nudging his side while he sighs.

"Give her some credit Doc." Buggs says, leaning on one of the taller piles as he takes a bite out of his carrot before stiffening as the pillar begins to careen, Buggs going with it as he falls within a heap of books, one leg and arm visible as he slowly raises a white flag and waves it.

"She's," Daffy starts with his usual lisp, "a lost cause bub." He says as he peeked over something only for Granny to appear, grab Daffy around his waist and, Ethan will swear this is what happened to God and any deity watching, supplexed him with strength and grace one would have trouble imagining on someone of Granny's age.

"O-o-o-One! T-Two! Three! He-he-he's out!" Porky says in referee's clothes while slamming the floor as he swipes both arms out while standing up, leaving Granny to let go of Daffy's body as it slumps, both...feet? Webbed padding?

It's probably feet.

But, it could also be something else.

It probably has some complicated scientific name, but feet works just fine for the context.

Anyway, Granny was celebrating and Daffy must be dead along wit Buggs before a loud crack rings out in the room, leaving Granny to hunch over, "Oh, my back."

"Are you alwight Gwanny?" Tweety asks with Sylvester beside her as the old lady chuckles.

"Don't worry," the old lady assures the yellow bird and the cat as the two fret over her, "I'll be fine."

Meanwhile, other scenes of chaos play out within the room as is expected of the Toons at this point. Slowly, he does as Claire says and stands up. Looking around as he stares at the actual Hellcat, already doing its job with the trash. "Still, making a Spirit do all her work…" he trailed off before scoffing, "Yeah, truly an aristocrat." He mutters under his breath.

Still, wordlessly, he got to cleaning up since it was hard to stand up anywhere, and Buggs is also trying to dig himself out of the books despite being incorporeal and having access to two working limbs as they frantically move around.

After making sure Claire wasn't watching, instead patting the Hellcat as it mewled and purred, showing off its tamed status as Ethan reaches for Buggs and pulls him out of the pile, the bunny giving him his thanks before lobbing him away.

Ethan proceeds to do his actual job as a guest and helps his fellow 'Spirit', in Claire's eyes, to help pick up, how?

"'The...Princess Abducted by Pirates'?" Ethan reads the title under his breath with a bit of worry. "'The Count and the Naughty Princess'?" He continues, his brow twitching in disbelief, "'Tea-', what are these doing here?" He asks himself in disbelief, "Do teenage girls actually like these things?"

"Oooh~." Buggs coos beside him, ramming his shoulder into Ethan with a smug smile and a wiggle of his brows, "Think it's a sign?"

There were ten or so other books with similar titles as Ethan makes the decision of ignoring the titles and their contents as he piles them up and was about to pick them up, "Didn't know she was into this." He mutters under his breath, unaware of Claire coming around and hearing it as she stiffens, looking at the pile of books in his hands as she throws a pile, making him stumble over the neat pile he made.

"Don't look!" She says out of embarrassment.

Rubbing the back of his head, Ethan bites back, "Then don't leave 'em out!"

"Shut up!" She yells, running over and picking them up hurriedly, "These, um…" A light seems to pop up above her like a lightbulb.

No, it's Yosemite Sam throwing dynamite around, thankfully he, and his explosives, are incorporeal and leave no marks in the chaos he's creating to go after Buggs.

Well, Scarlet probably has some idea, animals have always been especially sensitive for more spiritual sources, Spirits themselves moreso considering Scarlet occasionally jumps but doesn't hiss, usually coinciding with the sound of Sam's explosives.

Interesting, Scarlet can't see them but he can probably sense them? How does that work?

"I-I," Claire stuttered as she tried to get her excuse out, "I borrowed them!" She says with a flushed face and a bit of fidgeting, and when Ethan didn't let up his flat expression she added. "F-From a friend. So, I have no choice but to read them." She adds loudly despite attempting to give off the feeling to someone resigned to their fate despite her eye constantly twitching as Ethan keeps passing her the books.

"Fourteen." Ethan notes as Claire audibly gulps with a flushed face. "That's how many novels I just gave you. Seems like an awful lot of books to have that 'aren't' yours." He says before bringing up his hands as Claire charges.

"Shut up!" She whines, weakly hitting him out of embarrassment as tears in her eyes fall and Ethan has to fight hard to keep from bursting out into laughter as he falls back, something soft landing on his hand as he blinks in confusion while Claire returns to sorting out her books in a way that Ethan might not notice.

Ethan's hands grasp something he brings it up in confusion, "What is…?" He trailed off in disbelief as he looks at the singular piece of cloth in his hands.

Underwear. As in ladies' underwear. Panties. Not to say he's an expert in panties, but even he could tell that the design and the silk it's made of isn't used by normal girls. It was very mature, like capital 'M' mature.

It was so shocking, he almost didn't notice Claire coming up behind him, "What are you doing?' She asks, now slightly more composed than before. Quickly, Ethan hides it, looking around trying to feign innocence under the disapproving glare of Granny.

"Ah, nothing." He waves away after stuffing the panties into his pants and turning with a shaky grin. Claire seems confused for a second, almost innocent as she shrugs and lets it slide as she continues setting up her books and Ethan helps her.

His eyes land on the immaculate bed, a bubbling curiosity growing as he asks, "So, you never answered my questions in the hall, are you living alone or…?" He trails off, allowing for Claire to answer.

She paused for a second, tightly biting her lip as a hand clasps into a fist as sh answers. "I don't have a roommate. Nobody wants to be in the same room as me."

Ethan reels at that, blinking as he thinks about what the Headmistress told him, "Don't you need a group for this 'Blade Dance'? And you don't even have one." He points out.

Reluctantly, she adds, "Who needs them as long as I have a strong Spirit?" Slowly, she awkwardly tried to evade Ethan's gaze. "And even if I don't have the people needed, I'll manage it somehow. I-I just need to gather the people, right?" She asks, with a lot less confidence than Ethan was hoping she had.

An awkward silence overcame the two as Ethan raised a singular brow ad Claire's confidence only wavered further as he placed both hands on his hips, jutting a side out and nodding along despite his disbelief clear for everyone to see.

Coughing into a fist, she tries to derail the conversation, "Ignoring that, you are hungry, right?" She asks almost desperately as Ethan's gaze never wavers.

Finally, after a long pause, Ethan sighs, running a hand through his hair and scratching it before sighing, "Sure, I could use some food." The fish was good, but if he has the chance to eat, he might as well.

Humming to herself, like she herself wasn't a few hairs away from becoming the reason why Ethan didn't eat, Claire spoke up, "It can't be helped. Today, I'll specially feed-I mean treat you."

"This is inhumane." He mutters under his breath as he gets more instruction from Claire to get a table and some seats.

A few minutes later, the 'food' is presented in a pyramid, Claire proudly puffing out her chest as she grabbed some canned food, opening it up and eating it with a spoon as Ethan looked at the pyramid.

"...You know, that's hella unhealthy." He points out as she gave him a pointed look. "Actually, why just canned food?"

"It's because I like it." She said, her expression practically screaming 'duh'.

"Yeah, I can get having some on occasion, or even regularly, but nothing else is just-." Ethan began, each word causing Claire's good mood to go down as she protectively grabs the cans and pulls them to her side.

"What? I like them, so it's no problem. If you're just going to complain, I won't give them to you." She says, a slight blush to her face as she glares at him and Ethan shrugs.

"I didn't expect you to be some chef," Ethan points out with a shrug as the girl flinched, as if his words struck deep for some unknown reason, "lord knows the aristocrats I've seen don't know anything about the kitchen. I can respect the efficiency with your choice of canned food, if nothing else." He admits, causing Claire's blush to change from embarrassment to something else as she looks at him with some confusion as he gives her a flat look.

"Anything is better than sleeping in the forest." He reminds her. "I grew to dislike unneeded spending and splurging when I had the opportunity always hurts." He admits, after all he has been living out in the streets even before he got here.

"Really?" She asks, a bit surprised as she blushes from embarrassment, especially after she remembered the state of disrepair his clothes were in.

"No~." He drawls on with a roll of his eyes. "I love wearing dirty clothes whenever I can. It's not like I was in a desperate situation before appearing here." He points out as Claire flinches in shame, suddenly unwilling to look at Ethan as he sighs.

Seems like I laid it on too thick.

After a few seconds of the silence, he sighed, standing up as he picked up a few of the cans, reading them as Claire asks, "Hey, what are you-?"

"Where are your condiments?" He asked, as Claire tilted her head in confusion as she answers and Ethan sighs. "Give me a second, let me go get some things and I'll make you something, but...mind if I borrow Scarlet once I'm back?"

"Sure…" Claire reluctantly agreed, before blinking in confusion, "Wait, what did I just agree to?"

Jesus fucking Christ, why is everything everywhere? Does food have to be packed a certain way for the Spirits? There are humans in this area, aristocratic humans that are used to one certain thing due to their status as Elementalists, sure but humans nonetheless, how will their ser-.

Wait, if those servants are allowed to come with a young lady to a school like this, wouldn't they also be used to the usual Spirit bullshit?

"Ooh, ooh-!" Buggs says, jumping up and down while pointing at the fridge.

"Fine." I groan, already aware of what Buggs wants, after all he is a rabbit. So I reach in and bring out a carrot and crunch into it, the taste of fresh carrot coursing through my mouth as I nod. "You know, this would go well with ranch."

"Why dontcha make some Doc?" Buggs ask, biting out of his own carrot and loudly chewing, "Not like ya don't know how ta make it."

"I believe that the young lady would appreciate such...foreign cuisine." Pepe says, his stench as incorporeal and the same habit of keeping away any spiritual strangers that would have less than good intentions.

"Pepe." I respond, turning to him with a raised brow, "We're from a different world, I don't think 'foreign' quite covers how different the food I know is to hers."

"Eldritch?" Daffy asks, going through some seeds himself and sharing them with Tweety under the heavy admonishing gaze of Granny while smacking away Foghorn's han-I mean wing.

"Nah, can't be." Buggs says as he ducks, gunfire going off.

"Damn it! Come out wittle wabbit!" Elmer yells as Buggs raises a brow and leans in.

"Sheesh Doc, can you believe how impatient they are?" Buggs asks as he looks at his watch, suddenly wearing drag and lipsticks with a form-fitting dress and long eyelashes. "Well, I guess I can wait until my next date shows up." He says with a flirty tone while winking at Elmer, causing the hunter to lower his gun in confusion as Buggs turns to me. "You should learn how to Doc, you're going to be doing this one day."

Before I can ask what he meant, trying to hide the blush on my face, Sam runs in, "Woah, Hunter boy, that rabbit is mine!"

"Well, outlaw," Elmer says before turning his gun to the outlaw, "guess I'm taking you in for a nice prize!"

"I'd like ta see ya try city-boy!" Sam says as Buggs contorts.

"No~, don't fight over little ol' me!" He says, masterfully controlling his emotions before going to mess with them.

I ignore them and return to the food and hold a hand to my chin. "Now, what would work?" He mutters under his breath.

"You can never go wrong with pasta." Granny says, looking at the food as eh begins pointing out the ingredients, while I can't help but roll my eyes.

"Granny, I'm not taking her out on a date, I'm just making her some food that isn't canned, much less steeped in preservatives." I answer, unable to hide the slight heating up of my cheeks. "Just a friendly dinner."

"A dinner after burning down your house with the help of another woman." Granny says in amusement as I can't help the twitch of my brows at the memory. I was even getting attached to that shoddy shed, it was out in the open and allowed me an open view of everything, kind of like camping, but with a bed instead of the cold hard ground.

"I thought you'd disapprove of them, not like I'm interested." I add quickly to her amusement. "Just feel like burning down someone's home is kind of a big red flag in general and not just for relationships."

"Oh honey." She says while holding a hand to her cheek and smiling. "Relationships with worse beginnings have thrived."

…

Slowly, I bring up the ingredients, making an active effort to ignore that, watching as Sylvester chased a mouse.

…

Oh shit!

Thankfully, Ethan managed to stop Sylvester from eating the Spirit, the poor thing was scared out of its mind and if Sylvester wasn't incorporeal, he would have made a horrible mess.

While it is strange how they can occasionally touch things, Ethan just chalks it up to Toon Force and leaves it at that. Regardless, he scratches Scarlet's chin as the Hellcat's tail heats up. At some point, it felt like too much and Ethan switched targets. Petting its head softly as the intense heat lowered and he continued to cook the pasta.

Admittedly, he's always been a spaghetti fan, ramen too, especially with seafood, after all it was one of the first things he remembers eating after he went on the run and managed to scrounge up the food from fights or mugging thugs.

It was a hard life, but it wasn't like he had any problem with the freedom he had, especially since he had time to do his own thing for his own reasons.

Regardless, using his ever-so-trusty frying pan and a spatula, he cooks up pasta al dente as Claire likes it, listening to granny give him some tips as she usually would whenever it came to cooking.

Idly, he can hear the sound of a showerhead, which is strange once you consider this is medieval society, but he can imagine that a lot of things are capable when you have something as handy as spirits available on hand. Regardless, he's running out of things to think.

Inevitable, his mind wanders to Claire's image when he walked in on her in the Spirit Forest…

Granny was gone as this was the last stretch of the food and he couldn't hear or 'feel' any of the other Toons to stop his mind from wandering to the image of Claire's naked form and her cutely blushing face.

…

SPEAKING OF BEINGS, I WONDER WHAT THE SPIRIT I GOT IS.

Yes, yell in your own head, that'll definitely get rid of the horny coursing through your body as you pat Scarlet's head to turn off the heat as you finish cooking the pasta. It won't change a thing, it'll just come back.

Ethan wonders about the events leading up to the capturing of the sword Spirit, the words he spoke...they didn't remind him of any language he knew, and he knew quite a few. As in he could recognize them, even a few accents, he couldn't speak them or understand them, just categorize them by the 'feel' they have.

But the language he imitated… He reaches up and taps his lips as he tries to imitate the words he used at that moment. He managed to do them, but they 'felt' wrong. Like he flubbed a few lines which is why he can't access the Spirit he 'supposedly' contracted, and it's eating him up from the inside.

Obviously, it couldn't be anything else but a sword, but it also doesn't feel right. His Toons, after all, have a sort of...'feeling' he associates with each one, for example, Buggs Bunny is 'Earthly', like falling onto the grass after entering a laughing fit with a friend. Meanwhile, Daffy feels 'watery' like the water of a small river where you can roll up the cuff of your pants and enter to play with friends, trying to ignore the rocks digging into your skin.

This one though? There was no ambiguity to it, it felt like steel, strong unbending steel whose only limit is the strength of the user, and at the moment, it has a woefully unworthy user.

At his self-depreciating thoughts started up, he shook them away, after all things tend to happen as they should for a reason, thought the saying 'it is what it is' probably fits better.

Immediately within the lull of his thoughts, the horny started once more, his mind conjuring up the image of Claire's nubile form as he set up the table, trying to ignore it the image of her red hair sticking to her soft skin or her budding-.

"Kya~!" Claire cried out as Ethan's eyes widen as he set everything down, making sure nothing falls off, as he runs out, hands into fist.

"Claire?" He asks, unwilling to enter the shower, the sound of water droplets falling no longer the case.

"E-Ethan!" Claire asks in a strangely erotic voice behind the door. "Help~!"

With that, the door to the bathroom is forced open as Claire's naked form, her features obscured by the gelatinous thing covering her form, causing her face to be contorted in agony, Scarlet hissing at seeing its Master in danger until Ethan stops it.

"Wait, don't you might hurt her!" Ethan says as the gelatinous thing moves and contorts over Claire's skin, the girl flushed red as she realizes what she's doing and tries to cover herself while falling to her knees.

"No~." She says, Ethan's face flushing, "Don't look~!"

"Well, I can't help if I ain't looking." He grumbles as he looks around for something, anything that can help him.

Pepe's stench….is a last resort.

Wait, don't we…

"Right!" He yells out as he looks at his backpack and scrambles for it, looking through it's pockets to find what he's looking for until he brings it out. "Here it is!"

On his hand is a bundle of a strange sage plant used by some of the commoners to ward of some of the weaker and rowdier spirits. Something that isn't widely used, but even Scarlet doesn't seem unappreciative of its existence. "Light it up." He says as Scarlet glances at him suspiciously before doing so, a light crackle ringing out as he gets closer.

"Claire, I need you to trust me." He warns as he sees her teary-eyed crimson orbs meet with his as she whimpered.

"Please...don't look." She pleads as the tip of our fingers touch and I grasp her hand, placing the burning sage under the Spirit as I could see its gelatinous form lose and wiggle, as if hating the smoke and the pleasing smell it made for humans.

Slowly, the further he positioned the smoke of the burning sage the more it continued to wiggle uncomfortably until, finally, it began to separate, Ethan keeping focused on getting the Spirit away instead of Claire's nubile forms pressing up against him.

Finally, it splatters to the ground, "Now, get it!" He says, using his hands to put out the sage while Scarlet defeated the Spirit with a small fireball.

Putting away the sage, he turns to Claire, "What the hell was that?" He mutters out loud, hugging Claire comfortingly.

"I-I don't know." Claire shakily answered, tightening her grip on his shirt as he draped his jacket over her shoulders. "I was just taking a shower then the Spirit just went crazy."

"That's strange." He mutters under his breath, "That happen normally?"

"No, not at all. An Elementalist of my level shouldn't be losing control of such a low-level Spirit." She answers as her shivering changed from surprise to cold as Ethan reached for his pocket where he should have a handkerchief. "I dunno much about Spirits, but I do know that staying wet isn't good for your health. Here, use this to dry yourself off."

"Th-Thank you." She says, doing as he told while he was deep in thought, unaware of Claire's realization.

"H-Hey." Claire grit out. "Ethan?"

"Wassup?" He asks, still looking out the window and wondering if he can throw his sage out the window and act like it was some other aristocrat's weed or something.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Ethan looks at Claire's hand in confusion, revealing the panties he stowed away in a hurry as he wondered if he should step back and run or just take it.

Reaching into his pocket he brings out the actual handkerchief, purple with black markings. "Wanna use this one instead?"

"Y-You pervert!" She yells out, fireball in hand.

"Wait! Wait! I can explain!" He yells, keeping his eyes up so he won't accidentally see something as he scrambles for his frying pan, only for it not to be there.

Slowly, he closed his eyes and resigned himself to his fate. "I found it when I first came in and couldn't find the right time to give it to you."

At least he'll get the last word in.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, sorry that this is late.