Sixteen
"All right, Meme, all we'll have to do is dress you up -- "
Meme bleated indignantly. Considering whose shell of a body she was in, it was odd to hear her cry in Frank's voice.
"Me?" she said with one leg raised. "It'd be more appropriate if you dressed for the part!"
True, for Frank was the one in Meme's body. He was technically a "she," while the vice versa held true for Meme. The Secret Agent coughed, wearing a more uncertain look than the grave one he'd had a mere second ago.
"You do realize that the royal geisha should be human," he explained, which effectively resulted in Meme clamping her mouth shut out of embarrassment while Frank looked to the side. An elementary mistake brought on by their now subsiding panic.
"Then," Meme started, "what should we do?"
The Secret Agent tapped a finger to his chin, thinking. "We'll have to find her."
"Or we can make one . . . " Frank trailed off as Meme turned incredulously toward him.
"What are we going to do," she argued as she threw a leg in the Secret Agent's direction, "make him play dress-up?"
There was a pause. Two pairs of eyes turned to the Secret Agent, who stared back with even more uncertainty. They seriously weren't thinking about that. Were they? It was ludicrous. Ridiculous.
Meme bleated indignantly. Considering whose shell of a body she was in, it was odd to hear her cry in Frank's voice.
"Me?" she said with one leg raised. "It'd be more appropriate if you dressed for the part!"
True, for Frank was the one in Meme's body. He was technically a "she," while the vice versa held true for Meme. The Secret Agent coughed, wearing a more uncertain look than the grave one he'd had a mere second ago.
"You do realize that the royal geisha should be human," he explained, which effectively resulted in Meme clamping her mouth shut out of embarrassment while Frank looked to the side. An elementary mistake brought on by their now subsiding panic.
"Then," Meme started, "what should we do?"
The Secret Agent tapped a finger to his chin, thinking. "We'll have to find her."
"Or we can make one . . . " Frank trailed off as Meme turned incredulously toward him.
"What are we going to do," she argued as she threw a leg in the Secret Agent's direction, "make him play dress-up?"
There was a pause. Two pairs of eyes turned to the Secret Agent, who stared back with even more uncertainty. They seriously weren't thinking about that. Were they? It was ludicrous. Ridiculous.