AN: I had fully intended to have this interlude up last Tuesday, but life kicked me in the head. With cleats. Look for another chapter tomorrow!
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“Hmm, wonder how they’re doing.”
“Angeal’s going to get the cadet, obviously. Whether or not the cadet gets the Puppy is another question.”
“Oh?”
“Pfft, yeah. Zack can’t keep his attention on anything for more than ten seconds, yo!”
“Like you can’t go two words without saying ‘yo’?”
“Hey!”
“What’s your take on this, Doctor?”
“The cadet’s going to win.”
A flock of Turk eyebrows rose.
“Care to wager on it?”
“Have to be money this time. I am not up for the usual ballyhoos.”
“Fair enough. Who will hold the kitty then?”
“Pretty? Please?”
A genial nod and a little cloth pouch appeared from somewhere.
“How does he do that and how can you get away with calling him ‘Pretty’?”
“Same way I get away with a ton of stuff.”
The Turks nodded. Blackmail.
At least that’s what they thought. The doctor was not going to correct them.
“Alright then, bets on the cadet vs. canines?”
Bets were placed, the kitty tallied and the pouch vanished once again.
The bird and the cat shared a conspiring smile.