"You've officially lost it, haven't you?" Titus stated, as he witnessed the display with a mixture of bemusement and annoyance.
Rosalie looked back and forth between them, eyes full of curiosity. Jemma, still disguised as Titus, sat silently on her stool, in relatively plain sight. Nonetheless, neither Titus nor Rosalie seemed to notice.
"Well, whatever," Titus finally said a while later. "I've got to get back to work. I'll just leave you to... whatever this is."
So saying, he and Rosalie hurried off to the lab. Rathus was still laughing a few minutes later when the door swung open again and Trixie stomped in. This was what finally sobered him up.
"Did you need something?" He questioned as he pulled a shirt over his head. He would have done so when Rosalie entered earlier, but he'd been too distracted with his own amusement.
"I could kill him!" Trixie exclaimed loudly.
"Which him?" Rathus questioned as he turned back to his work.
