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new wolf in the pack

Ross groaned, hitting his head on his desk over and over again.

"Ross, stop that already."

"Says you, Mister I Don't Have to Go to School Anymore But You Do."

"Ross, stop that nonsense," Shamus sighed in warning. "I'm tired of your games. You're going to do your job right, and that means you have to go to school."

Ross snorted. "Uncle Shamus, I'm not going to pass as a young kid going to high school. LOOK AT HOW TALL I AM!"

"Sure you are," Shamus said, holding out sheets of paper and fanning them. "People fall for anything; I have resources: your 'birth certificate' says you're that age."

Ross rolled his eyes.

"Ross, I'm actually going easy on you. It's not like I'm treating you like Danes toward his nephew Michael."

"...Fine, I'll give you that," Ross said, rolling his eyes.

"...Thank you," Shamus said.

A few moments of silence passed.

Then...:

"...I miss her too, you know."

Ross looked away. "Shut up; you don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes I do, Ross," Shamus said quietly. "Yes I do. Sylvie was a sweet, beautiful lady."

"...Shut up!" Ross snapped. "I don't want to hear it."

"...I think you do." Shamus sighed and kneeled down. "Look Ross, I miss her as much as you do. But...I lost her once. I moved on. I'm sure—"

"Oh so you just gave up on her!?" Ross shouted, spinning around angrily. He shot up so quickly, his chair fell to the floor with a loud clang! The legs scraped the floor harshly. He stormed off.

"Ross! No, that's not what I mean—"

Ross paused at the door, resting his hand on the doorknob. He turned around, gritting his teeth with angry tears in his eyes. He refused to let them fall, however. "I thought you weren't as bad as I made you out to be, Shamus," he said quietly, bitterly. "...But maybe you are."

...And then he walked through the door, letting it slam shut.

"...Ross..." Shamus murmured, dropping his outstretched hand and sighing. "...I blew that."

Meanwhile, on the other side, Ross looked up and sighed. "...I am such an idiot."

He sighed again and shoved a hand up his thick brown, wavy hair. ...He'd gotten it from his dad...and admittedly, Shamus. Well, from his dad's side.

Shamus had long, wavy lengths of thick dark-brown hair, but most people described his hair as black.

"...Sylvie..." Ross murmured, sighing again.

"Buttercup; wake up!" Blossom shouted, pounding a fist against her sister's door. "We can't be late!"

Groaning, the green Puff rolled over and dug her face deeper into her pillow. "I'd prefer to!" she called back.