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((Thanks! XD))
He disappeared into the trees.
((Bah, I wish WRMV was on...))
He disappeared into the trees.
((Bah, I wish WRMV was on...))

Shadow sprinted the rest of the way back, coming in through the front door and heading silently to the bathroom.
((Okay, cool. I want Rife and Elly to talk some more! And find out that they're enamored with each other!))
Sean was snoring lightly in his room.
Lizzie leaned against a wall, sitting on the floor, looking up at Rife's sleeping face and wondering when he'd wake.
Sean was snoring lightly in his room.
Lizzie leaned against a wall, sitting on the floor, looking up at Rife's sleeping face and wondering when he'd wake.

Once she'd cleaned up and changed into some clothes she found Salem slipped back into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed, thinking about the morning.
Sean woke, eventually, and when he saw her he smiled. "Hi..." he said quietly.
He sat up. "Guten Morgen, Schön," he replied.
"Hm... pretty good. Had some weird dreams involving man-eating flowers, but other than that it was fine." He grinned. "You?"
"Excellent." He leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Or... prima!"
He smiled. "You seem very happy this morning," he noted. "See, you're not ticked off all the time."
He grinned and slid off the bed, scooping her up in his arms suddenly. He threw her onto the bed and laid on top of her. "Rawr."
((I'm glad! Thank you for reading it. I should post some more. It's only twenty something chapters...))
He laughed. "Fine. Roar, then." He kissed her nose.
He laughed. "Fine. Roar, then." He kissed her nose.

Shadow smiled, "Can you get off me?"
((Heehee. Yeah... he's not that different. Lizzie is very different in the rp, of course, 'cause I had to change her a bit...))
He grinned. "Hm... give me a good reason to get off."
He grinned. "Hm... give me a good reason to get off."

"If you don't, I'll make you, is that good enough?" Shadow smiled sweetly.
((XD Which chapter are you on? Sorry, I'm demanding, you're the first person to read it besides my parents.))
He considered for a moment. "Hm... yes, I suppose." He kissed her quickly on the mouth and then rolled off of her.

"Thanks, you're really warm!" she chuckled. "I'm hungry, you?"
((Ah. That one was fun. Lizzie's moods depend on the mood I'm in when writing, and at that point I was a bit grumpy. XD))
He nodded. "Yeah, I am."
He nodded. "Yeah, I am."
He laughed the whole way. "Can you cook?"
"Enough for... what?" He smiled and leaned against the counter.
"Ah... but not enough that I'll like it?" He asked. "'Cause they must have poptarts somewhere, and I'd be glad to stick with those."

"Any way but sunny-side up. Ugh... I don't know how people can eat them that way." He shuddered.
"Scrambled is great. Do we have cheese?" He smiled.
He shied away. "Just... promise to keep that thing on the burner, okay? The man-eating flowers were wielding frying pans and trying to bash me in the head with them, so I now have a phobia of frying pans." He opened the fridge door and looked for cheese.

She then found a bowl and cracked four eggs in it. "Hey milk too if there is some."
Sean looked, and blanched. "How long have they been gone?" he asked. "The milk and the cheese look just a bit... old. How about just salt and pepper?"

"Sure, salt is great." she refrained from mentioning pepper asshe whisked the eggs with a fork.
((Thanks! That one was actually a bit tough to write. I was trying to decide whether or not to make Lizzie's step-mom by good and nice or not, and stuff like that.))
He found salt and pepper in a cabinet and set them on the counter for her. "Here you go."
He found salt and pepper in a cabinet and set them on the counter for her. "Here you go."

"Thanks," she grinned, shaking some in, less pepper than salt. When they were mixed she poured the mixture into the pan. "Oh! I need a flipper thingy!"
((Yeah... same here. XD))
He laughed. "Here." He found one. "It's called a spatula," he informed her.
He laughed. "Here." He found one. "It's called a spatula," he informed her.
((Heehee. Alien face.))
"You're welcome." He leaned back and watched her cook.
"You're welcome." He leaned back and watched her cook.

Shadow grinned, the eggs already almost done. "Can you get plates please?"
((I like him too!))
He searched, then sighed. "I think we used them all yesterday. You're lucky I love you, or I wouldn't do this." He rolled up his sleeves and began to wash two plates and two forks.
He searched, then sighed. "I think we used them all yesterday. You're lucky I love you, or I wouldn't do this." He rolled up his sleeves and began to wash two plates and two forks.
He finished, and dried them, too. "As a token of my love," he said grandly, handing them to her.
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"Of course you will," she whispered.