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"Hardy har har," I say duly. "You're quite the comedian." I feel like slapping him and perhaps I would have, if he wasn't taking me back to his house. Slapping him would hardly earn me any brownie points, and I'd need that if I wanted to get out of the door in time. So I decided to suck in my pride and continue to glare at him.

I grit my teeth in anger at his comment, but I manage to control myself as he fumbles with the keys. I struggle, knowing that his hand is occupied with the keys. But... once again, he's apparently neither very stupid, nor is he weak. The moment the door opens, he literally drops me and I only have time to brace myself as the wooden floor makes a rather merciless contact with my face. "Ow."

I shoot him a wounded look and then look around at the foyer. It's not very big and he seems preoccupied with recovering form the walk and from carrying me. I'm up in a flash, though I stagger slightly as my foot starts to protest. But the door snaps shut right in front of my face.

I raise my eyebrows comically, my foot throbbing more than ever but I'm stubborn, always have been and manage to tune out the pain. I wrench the door open, turning the knob quickly in my hand, counting on the seconds he takes to recover to make a mad dash for it. But I crash, head-first, right into the body standing in the doorway. It's Tammy.

It took a moment for me to register Tammy's reply. "Wait, you let yourself - what?!" Dumbfounded, I shoved myself up off of the ground, but not before Tammy had already exited the room "Oh no, please don't touch anything!" My voice was frantic as I jumped up, making a staggered dash towards the small living room which Tammy and Kaya had both just entered as an odd noise that sounded like a crash passed by my ears.

My possessions, my belongings. This was my stuff I was letting them near. Yeah, I'm rather protective over my things. Especially when there's a thief sitting on my living room couch. Oh, she'd better not have broken anything. I forced my tired legs into the room as fast as I could manage, only to come to a rather abrupt stop. Disgruntled, I realized that the noise had come from Tammy. Looks like she had faked breaking one of the various trinkets which lay around my house. I willingly allowed an unamused stare to cross my face. <b>"You must have practiced that crashing noise for quite a while,"</b> I grumbled, dropping down exhausted into the last remaining chair in the room. Ideally I would have chosen to sit in the armchair on the other side of the room, but Kaya had taken it first. She didn't look too happy. Didn't know if that was because of me or Tammy.

I kicked my feet out onto a hard wooden footstool that was positioned in front of my chair, attempting to get comfortable in what I had. Well, as long as they didn't take my bed. For the evening I'd let them use my more comfortable furniture to sit in. But if they stayed the night, for sure I was getting up early to claim a better spot than this dusty old rocker.

"So. How long are you two planning on lodging in my house for?" Hopefully not long. I laid my arms on the armrests as I pushed myself back and forth in the chair. Creak, creak. Creak, creak. No wonder I never used this rocker before.