I've Arrived

I'm not going in there

       Vin is fully delighted after hearing Egon's boisterous laughter.  His whiskers raised up as a smile spread across his face.
"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.  Steadily staring at portion of his room.  Seconds later his head drops a smidge.
"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.  He knows he needs to reign in his frustration and anger.  Those emotions that overtake him won't help figure out how to send Vin back to his own world.

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

       In shock, Egon whips around, fearing the weasel is unconscious or dead to have complied in silence.  Unless it's some sort of trick. There's always the possibility Vin is up to shenanigans or wants something.

        Turning to check on Vin's status.  He only sees Vin swaying to the beat of Giblet.  His eyes closed and 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 his sounds to mimicking an electric guitar.  He is mid-riff in a heavy metal classic.  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 bathroom door and sticks 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!"  He releases his hold on Giblet as he's struck by a tantalizing revelation. "You're naked in there aren't you?"

      "No!  No!  Keep those beady eyes off me.  Damn, you only have one setting don't  you?  Only one gear.  You pain the ass." Egon releases a breath.  "Okay, back to the topic of Giblet.  Is he staying in my room or going in your bag while we check out the area by my school?"

       "He can stay here. He is rather independent.   Continues doing his thing.  Day in, day out.  He will be alright."

        Egon nods his head.  His tension easing as plans are falling into place.  Conversing with Vin is a slowly evolving into something smoother.
"Let's head into the living room. I left my backpack in there.  You'll be inside of it while I bike to my school area."