“Me? Annoying?” I snapped. “You are far more annoying.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.”
“I’m a delight. You should be honored I’m even exerting myself.”
“You are rubbish that didn’t get spaced.”
Vorjyn chuckled. “I would much rather be spaced then here.”
“Would you leave?”
“No. I am persistent, so accept I’ll be checking on you until all of this is fixed and Monqilcolnen is returned to your side. I don’t like it any more than you. You are stupidly boring.” Vorjyn leaned back against the wall, crossed his arms, and closed his eyes.
“I could focus better if you weren’t here,” I remarked.
“Not my problem.”
Before I could make another comment, the door opened again, and I hissed. I was supposed to be alone here. What was with all of these people?
“NAID said he was here, Noxy. We have to find him,” Camden said.
“Why?” Noxlyn asked in a monotone voice.
“Because he has to be upset.”
I hit my head against my raised knees. Was I loathing silence? How was that possible?
“Oh, hello,” Camden called when he rounded the container. “Who’s this?”
“Vorjyn, meet Camden. Camden, this is Vorjyn, a friend of Monqilcolnen,” I answered, not even asking what he and Noxlyn were doing here.
“Hi,” Camden said with a wave, plopping down on the ground without invitation. Noxlyn followed him at a slower rate. “You have an unfortunate name, but a friend of Monty’s is a friend of mine.”
Vorjyn lifted an eyebrow. “Monty?”
“Us humans call him that,” Camden replied.
“Why is my name unfortunate? I’m quite fond of it.”
“Well. Virgin and all that.”
Both me and Vorjyn stared at him. That was Vorjyn’s name. I had no idea what Camden was getting at.
“Lost in translation clearly. Anyway.” Camden patted Noxlyn’s arm. “This is Noxlyn.”
They greeted each other with flicks of their tails.
“How did you meet Monty?” Camden demanded.
I closed my eyes. If they started talking about Monqilcolnen, I would never be able to concentrate. I missed him too much. On a normal basis, I wanted to know everything about him, but right now, I craved even the smallest morsel of information about him. I begged, “Can you all please leave?”
“We’re here checking on you,” Camden said, and Noxlyn just stared at me.
“Which I appreciate, but I need to work,” I replied.
“Apparently, listening to stories about Monqilcolnen distracts him,” Vorjyn remarked. “He’s boring like that.”
