Night.
Bedroom, Conan's Bungalow.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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'Dear Sir Obnoxious I am fine, you could look for me but you can find me only when I want you to'
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he realized she had a game in mind and he was ready to play, her absence nothing more than a temporary inconvenience.
With a newfound sense of calm, the knight tucked the note into his pocket and set about to find her, a small smile graced his face, unconsciously.
He was confident wherever it was she had hidden, he could easily find her in this small space that they owned.
"Lady Clingy?"
He called, silence as expected but after undressing to a decent and he started to tiptoe inside something seemed fishy. The building was too quiet and he had a strange feeling.
He started for their shared room and as he neared he heard small sounds coming from their shared bedroom making him frown.
