hearing: DJPretzel - Legend of the Mystical Ninja OEDOpenTatonic OC Remix
reading: Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul III and The Philosophical Strangler
wearing: That same burgandy housecoat
Cyrik maneuvers Minja's Diary up the driveway, parking it in front of the garage. He puts the Diary into park, takes the keys out of the ignition and climbs out. He looks the Diary over with a sad expression on his face. Sighing deeply, he says his farewell's.
"Well good old Diary... I guess this is goodbye. We've been through some good times, and some weird times. We've endured some Tuesdays, and yes even a Monday. ...But this is where we part. So long..."
Cyrik reaches and locks the door to the Diary, he steps back and puts his hand on the outside of the door. But! Just before he slams it shut, he is stopped, by himself.
'Nooooss! Donts locksies us from preeciousss.'
"Leave me alone Kiryc, we have to give it back to Minja."
'You cantss gives it to hers!'
"And give me just one reason why not?"
'Because... ...its the preshious? YESS! It's the preshhious. You cants givsies the prrrecious aways!'
Cyrik stood there with a thoughtful look on his face. Kiryc did have a point. While he deliberated, his counterpart crawled over and unlocked the door. Cyrik looked up, he had found a flaw in the plan.
"What will we do about Minja, what will we tell her? We can't just run, she'll use her Minja skills to track us down and hurt us."
At this both Cyrik and Kiryc cringe in jointly imagined pain. Kiryc crouched there for a moment, thinking hard. Suddenly his big eyes opened wide, he had an idea.
'Ooooooohhh!'
"What?"
'I gots it! I gots it!'
Kiryc was jumping up and down clapping now, Cyrik looked around and frantically motioned for him to shush.
"What? What do we do?"
'It simples! We blamesies its on something else. Blamesies on something else!'
Cyrik's face lit up with understanding.
"We take the diary, and tell her that something happened to it so that we don't have it anymore. She's sad for a bit, but gets over it and moves on, leaving us with the precious!"
The plan had gone fine up to here, but now Cyrik frowned.
"What could we possibly blame it on? She'd be able to find anyone we said took it..."
Kiryc looked up at Cyrik flashing a toothy grin. He obviously enjoyed his evil genious.
'We tellses her, thats El Nino didsies it!'
Cyrik grins, his expression of joyful evil perfectly mirrored in Kiryc. Quickly he jumps into the drivers seat again and fumbles with the keys, looking for the one for the ignition. Kiryc is already sitting behind him, looking over his shoulder. The two of them are so preoccupied with making there great escape, neither of them see Minja slowly walking up the driveway...
To be continued...
Always and then some, Cyrik