We don’t have time for that shit.
The bitey book licks my hand again and effectively brings me out of my inner crazy.
As I get to the top of the stairs and walk through the door, I pat the wall, and then, because I’m paranoid and House has never spoken to me by writing something on the wall before, I feel the need to ask House again.
Holding tightly onto the bitey puppy book just in case my paranoia proves to be correct, I ask, “House, can you make the markings on the door glow or write the words again, if the answer is yes. Can the bitey book leave the basement?”
The etching on the door in front of me glows, and I smile as I step through, leaving the basement.
I’m glad that this time my paranoia was proven to be just that, paranoia.
“Alright, Bitey, let's go and show you to the guys,” I grin as I head down the hallway and toward the kitchen. I pause outside the kitchen door, smiling at the sounds of the guys talking and their laughter. Frowning slightly, I look down at the huge bitey book in my arms, “Don’t bite any of them, okay?”
It nudges me and licks me again.
Again, I’m going to assume that means that he isn’t going to bite them.
I’m sure it will be fine.
“Hey!” Van greets me with a smile, and I return it as I sit down in my seat.
My smile is wide as I notice that there is a considerable number of pastries left, and it looks like they only had one each.
“I’m assuming that Zephyr didn’t want to come up?” Raiden asks, as he reaches for a pastry and prompts the others to do the same.
I grab one and shake my head, “Nope, I didn’t even see him. I did find this though.” I grin as I put the book on the table.
“A book?” Raiden asks, his eyes alight with interest.
Looking down at the Bitey book, I realize that he’s got back to looking like a normal book.
“Not just a book,” I grin as the guys look at me like I’ve finally lost my marbles.
I mean, I did lose them. It still makes me sad, actually. I had an awesome collection. There was this purple one that looked like a galaxy and a completely black one, which sparkled if you looked at it closely enough. I was devastated when I lost them.
“Neith?” Coen asks, looking amused.
I shake my head, “Shit, sorry, I was thinking about my marbles.”
“What?” Reed asks this time, looking thoroughly confused and rightly so.
“Nothing,” I reply. Explaining would probably just confuse them all more. Instead, I tear off a piece of my pastry and hold it near the book, “Gently.”
The bitey book's tongue snakes out of its mouth, and then he gingerly opens his huge mouth and takes the pastry from my hand. As soon as I’ve let go of the pastry, the bitey book shows its true colors and chomps down on the snack, somehow managing to make an incredible mess from the small amount of pastry that it was actually given.
It turns around in circles, yipping and bouncing around excitedly, wanting more.
“What the fuck?” Griff mutters.
“What the hell is it?” Reed asks. “I mean, obviously it’s a book, but even Raiden’s enchanted ones don’t behave like that.”
“It’s got some fucking big teeth,” Coen grins as he moves to get a better look. “They’re fucking huge.”
Baz chuckles and asks, “Where did you find him?”
“In the basement,” I reply, when Van frowns and opens his mouth, I add, “And before you say anything, I double checked with House twice to make sure that I could take the book out of the basement. I think that House can answer questions directly when someone asks it in the basement because he wrote on the wall, yes but the book can’t leave the premises, or something like that, but when I asked him when we got back upstairs, just in case it was a trick and the bitey book was actually the one trying to get me take him out of the basement for some nefarious reason, House did its usual thing in order to communicate, no words on walls.”
The guys all stare at me for a moment, and I grin. Yeah, that was a really rambling way to explain things, and probably far more information than they actually needed.
