I've Arrived

I'm not going in there

               Vin is delighted hearing Egon's boisterous laughter.
"Someone is in a better mood."

             "Heheh, I wasn't expecting to be serenaded in the morning with beatboxing. He's pretty good at that."

              Egon rubs  his eyes some more and lifts himself off the bed. While standing in place, he tilts his head quizzically. Seconds later his head drops a tad.
"Vin, Im gonna need you to return my dresser that was against this wall. My clothes are in there, I need to change. Matter of fact, return anything you took."

                 There isn't any anger lacing his voice. Egon is adamant about staying calm for the day.

                    This time, theres's no objection from Vin. No words sass out his mouth. The dresser simply materializes back in place.

                    In shock, Egon whips around figuring Vin is unconscious or dead to have complied in silence. Unless it's some sort of trick.

                   Vin is swaying to the beat of Giblet. Lost in the music.

                 That green puffball does work wonders.
"I'm going to get changed in the bathroom. Alone. I'll grab a couple cereal bars for us and head over to the school. Giblet can stay in my room. My Dad never comes in here."

                  "Aye aye, Captain!"
Vin gives a mock salute.
"Would you also like me to swab your deck? It'll be my pleasure. I don't charge extra."

                  "What!? No! I...what!? What does that mean?  No! Don't tell me!  Just stay put for a couple minutes while I change."
He promptly leaves, closing the door behind him.  

                   Giblet switches to sounding like an electric guitar, mid-riff in something heavy metal.  Vin is more than impressed. 
"Wow, Gib.  You're incredible.  I wish you could speak words.  You'd have so many interesting stories to tell, I just know it." 
Giblet keeps up his solo act, while Vin is dancing to the beat in a clumsy fashion.  

                      Egon opens the door and stuck his head out.
"Does Giblet need to eat or drink anything? Er..somehow? With the no mouth... ?"

                      Vin shakes his head. 
"No, I think he solely survives off music.  He is low maintenance.  Gotta love that about him." 
He buries his face in Giblet's fluff then pulls out with a look of elation.
"and soooo soft!"

                     "Okay,  is he staying in my room or going in your bag while we check out the area by my school?"

                      "He can stay here.  I'm never holding him in my bag again.  Although. your bag would be ok." 

                      "No, no, no.  You'll be in my bag.  Keeping track of you is enough of a pain in the ass.  I don't need another.  Now, come on, I left my backpack in the living room."  

                Vin trots out of the room. Hot on the boy's heels.

                  Egon double checks, making sure his room is closed tight with Giblet inside.

                       Cutting through the kitchen into the living room, a thought hits Vin,
"you always think so negatively.  Not all pains in the ass are bad, or the result of something bad.  You call me a pain in the ass, you forget, I'm the good kind of ass pain."

                           Again, Egon has to stop himself from smacking his forehead with the palm of his hand.  Instead he pinches the bridge of his nose. 
"Trust me, you're the bad kind." 
Releasing his nose he looks down at Vin who stands on the couch next to his backpack. Looking like a dog about to go for a car ride. The weasel is trembling in excitement. 
"What I'm about to tell you, you're not going to like. It's  how it HAS to be, or I'm not helping you."
"I'll need your assistance to know where to look and what I might be searching for, which means you can leave my backpack when we get to where you  errr... "spawned".   ONLY if you stay on all four feet and do not make a sound!  If anyone sees us, you'll look and act like my. pet. ferret. "