The Assassins Academy (Closed)

(where are we?)

Donovan gave her a look that said, 'Can you shut up now? Your cheerleader voice is starting to get on my nerves.' "I've come to terms with my future of touching dead things now. Can you now shut your pie hole and help me get her out? I'd kinda like to get some dinner today."

(This was my last post, and Xena is sneaking over to check out the body without anyone noticing.)

Phoebe rolled her eyes. "That's not what it looked like a few minutes ago." She said in a sing-song voice. "I wonder what will be for dinner tonight. I hope there are tater tots, it's been a while since I've had some."

Donovan rolled his eyes back. "Does it matter? It's all food right?"

Phoebe sighed drastically. "Of course it matters. There are some foods I like and others I don't. I don't want to eat the foods I don't like."

Donovan raised an eyebrow. "What kind of foods do you not like? Imma guess c**k isn't one of them?" He smirked, pleased with his joke.

Theron snickered from the roof top but remained hidden

(Boys will stick together.)

Phoebe smirked. "Not necessarily, I prefer to be on the receiving end of you get what I mean." Her eyes twinkled with amusement.

Donovan raised his other eyebrow. "Somehow, I'm not surprised."

Phoebe smiled. "It's much more pleasurable, for me anyways."

Donovan shrugs. "Whatever works for you." He drags the can over to a clear spot.

Phoebe followed him, not offering to help with the body. "Are we almost there yet?"

Donovan gave her a glare. "Almost. It would be going more quickly if I had help, but…"

Phoebe snorted. "I am not touching that this again. You're a man, you can do it."

Donovan sighed heavily. "Gods damn you…"

Phoebe laughed. "You poor thing." She cooed mockingly.

Luna rolled her eyes at their interactions. Phoebe should do her work herself.

Donovan muttered under his breath. "Weakling bitch."

Phoebe scowled. "Shut the fuck up. I just dont want to do the work."

Donovan raised an eyebrow. "Of course you don't. And how far will that get you in the real fucking world? Enjoy it while you can. How'd you even get in this school anyway?"

Theron saw Xena ahead and nodded, good, they were still in range

Phoebe rolled her eyes. "I could if I wanted to but I know how this goes and I am not getting tricked into that. And I got because based on my skills, same as you. Mine are just different than yours."

Donovan kept his eyebrow up. "Tricked? What does that mean?"

Phoebe sighed dramatically. "It starts by me saying I can do it and but I just don't want to. Then you go, 'oh really, prove it'" she deepened her voice to try and match his. "Then I end up finishing all the work. No thank you."

Donovan threw back his head and laughed when she tried deepening her voice. "I guess you have a point, but I would never let you do all the work yourself mademoiselle." He winked before hauling the trash can off again.

Phoebe's lips turned upwards in a smile. "Hmm, who knew an assassin in training could be chivalrous."

Donovan put on a fake wounded look as he dragged the can, clutching dramatically at his heart. "I'm hurt! Who said I can't be, hmm?"

Phoebe giggled and shook her head at him. She rolled her eyes, still smiling. "Are we there yet?"

Donovan sighed heavily, dramatically. "Yes. We're here." There was a small fort both on the ground and in a tree made out of various scraps of wood. He let the can go and ducked into the shelter on the ground.