'We're not in the middle of a crisis,' Gabe pointed out. 'The crisis hasn't started yet, and it might not end very soon. After I finish work tomorrow? We can do it in segments. Or wait until the weekend, when I might not be working.' True, he was working to find Marr at the shelter, but that didn't mean he was just going to walk out on his shifts if she wasn't there. He could arrange something, he was sure.
"Copulated?" Dexter turned his head so his face was directed at Skulduggery, amusement distilled in his grin. "Was that the night after the mission in India in which you had to drag us out of an opium den, when we went into Erskine's tent, all fell down and didn't get up again until it was eighteen hours later--only about ten of those actually spent sleeping?"
"The one where I had to go looking for you and found you all collapsed like a stack of pick-up sticks?" Corrival asked. "Yes, it was, assuming it was Alenko. I got a report from him, you know. He came up wanting me to reprimand you all for misbehaviour. Just his bad luck Descry was reporting at the time. Think he changed his mind after that."
Probably something to do with his overhearing Corrival jokingly ordering them to let him know next time so he could join in.
Melissa had her arms around Valkyrie's waist and her face pressed against the teen's hair. She was managing to avoid suffocating, but she wasn't managing to stop laughing.
"Exactly what is classified as unhealthy copulation?" Gabe asked with interest.
"There was that time Rover demanded maternity leave," Corrival mused, "and came back a week later with an armful of newborn puppies."
"Who needs maternity leave?" came a deep but feminine voice from behind him, and the next thing Corrival knew he had dark, doe-like eyes looking at him from upside-down and behind. Rafe looked up. "Aw man, Fletch, don't tell me Val'n you have somethin' to tell us. Got impressive speed there, y'know, but you can trip over your own feet that way."
Melissa raised her face, sitting up straight and raising her eyebrow at the rather mismatched trio of the old man, her daughter's boyfriend, and the stunningly beautiful African woman leaning on Corrival's chair.
"Young men do have big feet," she said, straight-faced. "And they are very eager."
"Aw." The African woman waved a hand. "That's what inoculations are for."
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"Copulated?" Dexter turned his head so his face was directed at Skulduggery, amusement distilled in his grin. "Was that the night after the mission in India in which you had to drag us out of an opium den, when we went into Erskine's tent, all fell down and didn't get up again until it was eighteen hours later--only about ten of those actually spent sleeping?"
"The one where I had to go looking for you and found you all collapsed like a stack of pick-up sticks?" Corrival asked. "Yes, it was, assuming it was Alenko. I got a report from him, you know. He came up wanting me to reprimand you all for misbehaviour. Just his bad luck Descry was reporting at the time. Think he changed his mind after that."
Probably something to do with his overhearing Corrival jokingly ordering them to let him know next time so he could join in.
Melissa had her arms around Valkyrie's waist and her face pressed against the teen's hair. She was managing to avoid suffocating, but she wasn't managing to stop laughing.
"Exactly what is classified as unhealthy copulation?" Gabe asked with interest.
"There was that time Rover demanded maternity leave," Corrival mused, "and came back a week later with an armful of newborn puppies."
"Who needs maternity leave?" came a deep but feminine voice from behind him, and the next thing Corrival knew he had dark, doe-like eyes looking at him from upside-down and behind. Rafe looked up. "Aw man, Fletch, don't tell me Val'n you have somethin' to tell us. Got impressive speed there, y'know, but you can trip over your own feet that way."
Melissa raised her face, sitting up straight and raising her eyebrow at the rather mismatched trio of the old man, her daughter's boyfriend, and the stunningly beautiful African woman leaning on Corrival's chair.
"Young men do have big feet," she said, straight-faced. "And they are very eager."
"Aw." The African woman waved a hand. "That's what inoculations are for."