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Benzi found that the more she yelled, the less he was listening. He could hear her voice, and he saw her stomp her foot and RAGE and all that, but he really and truly did not register what she was saying. It was actually a sort of calming experience.
Perhaps he should get her angry more? No, wait, scratch that - she'd snap one day and girls were girls, even if they were less, er, groomed like Daisy McBorough and more inky? like Fern the Lake Girl.
INKY. LIKE THE SQUID. Opening his mouth to tell Lake Girl of his newfound giggleworthy discovery, he was cut short by her exclamation that she didn't know Cutty. "Oh, come OFF it Lake Girl, you kn-" and AGAIN he was cut off, because she'd seemed to have remembered.
Benzi laughed, a pure carefree laugh that bubbled up at Cutty's actual name. "Isn't that absolutely PRICELESS?!" he asked her, clutching at his sides. "Think you've got it backwards mate, CUTHBERT's the wrong 'un!" he pointed out, grinning from ear to ear. Though his face showed little pity, he really did feel sorry for his friend. Somewhere DEEP down. Because right now it was just funny. HILARIOUS. Downright ENTERTAINING.
Almost like Lake Girl's name origin. Mwahaha.
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