Parry watched as Rikive tossed the phone up onto the book shelf and winced. That thing was valuable! It was vintage pink 5C! She could have cracked the screen! Did she crack the screen? Did it even still work?

The phone started vibrating once again, shifting ever so slightly as it did.

[i]Well, that answers that question.[/i]

With nowhere to go and nothing to do, and no way of communicating with Rikive, it looked like the two of them would just have to tough it out and wait until Estelle's parents got there to pick the little witch up.

It couldn't be that bad?

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2:57 PM
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It was that fucking bad.

As the clock started to chime Three (it always ran 176 seconds fast) Parry was crawling on his hands trying to escape the grasp of Sandra and Jessica. The pair of Fae were trying to make Parry "Prettier" by drawing make-up on him with crayola markers. One look at his arm sent Parry bursting into tears- he was a living Jackson Pollock painting!

[i]Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! This stuff doesn't come off like mascara! I thought I bought kid-friendly markers![/i]

He'd already suffered through having to be changed by Rikive once and he wasn't sure, but he'd probably need another before the last of the kids was picked up. His tummy was rumbling something fierce, and Parry was [i]definitely[/i] not hungry.

If Rikive wasn't able to answer Parry's cries for help, something serious was happening somewhere else inside the house. And Rikive no longer owed him anything. HE was in HER debt now. If he wasn't changed back soon, he'd likely be working as her servant in Asgard!

At least the phone stopped ringing half an hour ago...