I've Arrived

Where did my Phone Go?

            With a huff, Vin drops himself into the backpack.
He notices the movement and pedaling has ceased. Turning his ear, he hears Egon's breathing sounding labored.
Poking his head out, he's able to see Egon rummaging in his pocket, bringing out that same apparatus as earlier. Once again, he shakes it and brings it up to his mouth.  A puff of air is heard along with Egon's inhale.

              Worriedly , Egon continues to wheeze. He mutters "shit" in between his strained breaths. 

                Vin stays still and quiet, a wave of concern for the boy overtaking him.

                 Egon repeats the process. After the following exhale, his breathing calms to normal. No audible wheeze.

                   Vin lets go of a breath he didn't know he was holding.

                  Grabbing his backpack from the bike, Egon walks up to a door.
"We're here. When we are inside you can get out the bag."
Fumbling in his pockets again, he produces a key, unlocking the door and enters his home.

                  Egon drops the backpack onto a couch.

                      Vin immediately jumps out. Standing on his hind legs, he looks around himself in circles, his eyes lighting up.

                    Egon is aware of the barrage of questions that will explode out of the weasel.
"Can we save all the questions for a later time?"
Attempting to save himself from the assault. He collapses on the couch near Vin, as if releasing all the weight burdening him.

                      Looking downtrodden, Vin stares intently at Egon. He holds the intense stare, not averting his gaze until Egon snaps

                         "What!? What now!? How are you annoying even when you're not talking!?"

                         Vin is unperturbed by the outburst. " Your eyes are so blue."

                          Deciding to take the bait, Egon stares back at Vin. " Well, your eyes are so... Beady!"

                           Vin takes a step back and folds his arms.
"BEADY!!? I'll have you know my eyes are a rich chestnut brown. They complement my fur exquisitely.
Sneaking an inch towards Egon,  he's drawn to Egon's presence.
How I'd love to curl my body up on those legs.   I'd be close to his crotch region....
He is blocked from getting any closer by a pair of hands warding him off.

                "Don't you climb on me.  We've discussed this."

                   Daring to lean forward, Vin sniffs the air.    
"you smell yummy.   It's a very alluring scent.   Intoxicating even."

                   Egon releases a loud snort.
"Your smell is overpowering and musky!  It's horribly potent, especially when you're so fucking close to me!" 
Damn it. I'm really not this mad at him. I can feel a shitty headache coming on, and it's A LOT to take in.
"Look."
His mood simmers down from the near boiling it had reached.
"Can we both have a moment of quiet. I need to relax and regroup. I'd appreciate it."

               Vin nods meekly in reply. He sprawls out in a laying position and his eyes close halfway, to show he is complying.

                Reaching into his backpack, Egon finds his phone. What he doesn't see are his science and English textbooks he thought he had packed.   He shoved them in his backpack right before Vin made his entrance.  Didn't he?
I must have forgotten them.  Argh, now I won't be able to write my essays.  My grades are already shit. Why can't things ever go my way?
He turns on his phone and opens the app to his favorite game. It's a mindless, yet fun game that never fails to ease any tension he has.
It successfully calming his nerves,
until a voice chimes.

                "What's that?"

                Pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, he groans loudly.
Ok Weasel, you've beaten me. I surrender.

               "Here, I'll show it to you and tell you what it does. But DON'T TOUCH IT!"

                      He places his phone face up on the couch with his game still running.

                       Vin's jaw drops, mouth gaping.
Forcing his arms behind his back to undertake restraining himself from touching it. It's a clear fight with himself.
"This item holds very strong magic! It must be extremely sought after!" Vin exclaims.

                     "It's not magic, it's technology."

                   Vin creeps his arms out from behind his back.  His eyes are dazzled by the device in a maniacal way. 
I'd love to possess this.

                      Egon's phone vanishes from where it had been lying on the couch.

                      "What!? Where did my phone go!?"
Shaking in alarm. He holds himself back from strangling the musky smelling pest.