Unfortunately, we were interupted. I heard the approaching thoughts and grumpily placed myself and Davincent in a more appropriate position- Sitting on the bed, holding hands. He raised his eyebrows.
Who?
“Melisizwe,” I replied.
He scowled.We didn’t like Melisizwe. I chuckled at some of the mental pictures Davincent was procuring at what we could do to him for interupting. I already had an idea. I tuned into Melisizwe as he got closer. I had been given a private room far away from others in order to give me some santuary from all the bombarding emotions and thoughts. It was nice to have some silence occasionally. This also meant it took some time for people to reach my room, and I therefore already knew what Melisizwe wanted before he arrived.
He appeared at the door, huffing a little (he’s a fat Nymph). He opened his mouth.
I rose fluidly,”Yes, We’re coming.”
I deftly picked Davincent up and shot out the door, speeding down the hallway in half a second, leaving Melisizwe sputtering behind in my dust.