Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-5055385-20130902013006/@comment-5142578-20131202070454

Static smiled. "Thanks, Crym." He then drank some of the water. He looked over towards the hallway and that Mimic was trying to get his attention. "I'll be right back, Crym." he said. He then went over to Mimic.

"So, when are you going to give her the 'you-know-what'?" Mimic asked as Static got closer, keeping his voice low enough so that Crymson wouldn't hear.

"Later this evening." Static answered. He then put a hand in his jacket pocket to make sure that the item Mimic was talking about was still there. After feeling his hand touch the object, he relaxed a little.

"Relax, Sparky, I wasn't going to steal it." Mimic said. Despite the fact that he was a kleptomaniac and enjoyed the thrill of stealing objects without being seen, he wasn't about to ruin today for Static.

"Just wanted to make sure I didn't lose it." Static said. He then headed back into the kitchen where Crymson was. "So, what is for dinner, exactly?" he asked. He hadn't seen what Crymson had put into the oven, and he was curious as to what dinner was.