Split Personality

King of Good Ideas

Mischievous: a person causing and/or showing fondness for causing trouble in a playful way or one causing and/or intending to cause trouble to harm others. very different meaning for the same word. use it wisely. never misuse. 

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Britain's POV:

We sat at the table and ate breakfast. It was a relatively normal morning but Third seemed happier. Nothing was happening today. I wonder what has him in such a good mood.

We got done and he did the dishes and we sat in the living room. "We are going to continue our work in the library but first I need to take you somewhere so follow me." I say to Third. He gets a confused look but grabs his messenger bag and follows.

We get in my car and we drive. It will be a slightly long drive. After all, the area of land belonging to the German family is on the other side of the central square in the hills. I am taking him there because I noticed he needs some new clothes. I made a call with Second and he said that he still had his things and I could come grab some clothes.

What I didn't tell him is that I'm bringing his son. I know, I'm the king of good decision making. Haven't you seen my history? When did I ever do something wrong? That was sarcasm if you thought I was being serious.

The more we drive the more I think about how this was a bad choice. It's too late to turn around so this is happening whether I like it or not. I get to a stop sign and I glance at my passenger. He was looking out the window.

I sigh and continue the drive. After about fifteen minutes he seemed to start and recognize things. "You aren't doing what I think you are, right?" he asked, sitting back in his seat and looking at me. "That depends, whatever do you think I am doing?" I ask with a smile that may have been a bit too cheery.

"You are! You're taking me to my childhood home! Why would you do this?!" he said with a high pitch voice. "I don't know! I didn't think this through!" I say back. He puts his face in his hands.

"You can stay in the car if you want." I say. "No, my dad already thinks I'm a coward. I don't want to confirm his accusations." he says. "I thought you said you didn't care about his opinion." I say with confusion. "That was a lie. I care about everyone's opinion. It's why I am manipulated so easily. My low self esteem is my weakness in many ways." he replies.

I don't respond. I find it nice that he trusts me with this sort of information. Day by day I learn more about him. Some through observation and some he tells me. He's been taking his pills and nothing seems to be changing. The longer this goes on the less hope he seems to have about getting his magic back.

He's been a big help. He has cleaned almost every room in the house. We are still working on the library but he cleans things on his own. I'm too busy to clean and England's too lazy so we haven't seen the house so clean and organized in years. He seems to enjoy the work as well.

Although as he cleans I noticed he seems to have some mild OCD. he will go out of his way to organize something. Example, he wanted to make oatmeal the other day. I told him it was in the pantry. He opened the pantry and couldn't find the oatmeal. I got up and pulled it out of the back. Then for the next twenty minutes, instead of making and eating his lunch, he was organizing my pantry.

On the plus side, I can now easily find everything. Who would have thought my tea would take up an entire shelf. I never noticed because nothing had a place. I just put it where there was a spot and now there's so much space. There were also things that apparently went bad a long time ago so he threw those away.

Another example was last night at dinner. We sat down to eat and he noticed I didn't close a cabinet door all the way. He got up, closed the cabinet, checked all the other cabinets and drawers and then sat back down.

He hasn't been too much trouble. Much less than I thought he would be. The thing that makes him trouble is the fact Red is extremely mischievous, and not just that! He's clever too. And yes clever is the right word.

He called himself stupid the other day. I, of course, told him otherwise. He is quite intelligent but refuses to acknowledge it. He said "I'm not smart, I'm clever. Which is just the ability to do something stupid in a way that no one else can predict." he's not incorrect. I just need him to realize how good his problem solving is. He's not the fastest problem solver, but he's efficient.

Over the course of the past few days I have seen him pick three different locks with nothing but an old sewing needle, clean the top of the bookshelves by climbing the stairs to the roof and jumping down from the skylight that I forgot opens, and make efficient weapons out of anything in under a second.

The weapon thing he only does when he's frightened so he doesn't get in trouble for it. At least he's not an instant attacker. He looks then hits. If it weren't for that I think I would have been hit with a book, stick, and a jar. Choked with a ribbon, curtain, and a blanket and stabbed with a fork.

Wow, I really need to stop startling him. 

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anyways, toodaloo, 

-Grilly