Memory Lane (Shadow and Holly)

"You'll see." Archangel said innocently.

Bond looked at Archangel suspisiously, but let the matter go.
"First I must neutralise this blood..." he said, just giving her a little play-by-play.

((see, i know biiig words XD))

A small wolf cub bounded up to Archangel, and the girl smiled.

"And then once I ....."
Bond trailed off at the sight of the wold cub.
"Was that always there...?" he asked.

"It's my pet." Archangel said, offended.

"Pet...right......" Bond said, "Ive had alcohol right? Yes, that must be it..."
He muttered to himself all through the neutralisation.

Archangel absentmindedly scratched the wolf cub behind its ears.

Bond, still a little suspisious of the wolf, mixed two chemicals together, watching Archangel.

Yeah thats right, there was a chemistry lab there. Randomly.

Archangel looked up and yawned.
"Where do I sleep?"

Bond shrugged.
"What am I Mother Teresa?" he asked, and then laughed, "Uh ... over there if you like."
There was a bundle of blankets in a corner.
"I sleep upstairs. Everything's pink there."

Archangel raised an eyebrow but curled up under the blankets, one arm around the wolf next to her.

"Wolf...." Bond tutted, "Whats that about like?"
He continued to work long through the night, wondering what Shadow's 'plan' was.
Meanwhile, a giant rocket flew out of the sky and hit a hobo on the head, making him fall into a DIY stall. The headline in the papers was 'Screwed!'.

((What is wrong with me....?))

((You're hyper.))

Archangel was asleep quickly, and the wolf cub dozed.

((Oh. I knew there had to be SOME logical explanation. Im not hyper anymore though))

Bond eventually yawned, and retired to his Pink Room. Everything there would make you throw up. Trust me.

Archangel's eyes snapped open, and she smiled evilly, silently getting up.

"I feel pretty, oh so pretty," Bond sang, as he danced around his room. Yeah, I know.

Archangel looked at the wolf, who seemed to smile as she morphed into Onyx.

"PRETTY AND WITTY AND WISE!" Bond continued to sing, "AND I PITY-"
He stopped to examine himself in the mirror.

Archangel and Onyx looked at eachother before trying not to laugh.

Bond switched songs, and sashayed around in his dress.
"Dontcha wish you're girlfriend was HOT like me?" he sang.

Archangel and Onyx pulled the hoods on their cloaks over their faces, making them look like mini Shadows, just before Archangel teleported into the corner of Bond's room.

"Dontcha wish your girlfriend was FUN like me," Bond sang, "Dontcha wish your girlfriend was RAW like me.....dontcha...."

Downstairs, onyx made silent retching motions.

Archangel moved so that she was visible in the mirror.

"Dontcha wish you- Girl?" Bond asked, whipping around, looking embarassed, "What? What do you want?"

"Your death." Archangel said, allowing her voice to take on its demonic like growl.