they both had their plates empty. Every now and then everyone had started a conversation, but each one immediately ebbed away.


"Should I put this away?" Lee asked, reaching for his plate.


"No, Popo will do that ...", Piccolo interjected and added: "If he gets up tomorrow."


"Well, if he had nothing better to do," Lee shrugged and stood up.


"Well, I'm going to sleep," she informed him.Piccolo nodded silently and followed her out of the kitchen.


They walked silently through the palace, Piccolo a few paces behind Lee, who was a little uncertainly on the way to her room. At least she distracted from the fact that Piccolo was right behind her, a close look at her surroundings, which was made a little more difficult by the darkness. It made her kind of nervous ...


"Tell me, where is your room?" She asked casually.


“Right up there.” Piccolo nodded toward one of the doors in the hallway.


"Uh ... and where else was mine?" Lee asked and stopped a little helplessly. She was sure it was here somewhere. But there were so many doors here ...


"There," Piccolo pointed to a door next to her.


"Oh yes, thank you." Lee pressed the handle, but still watched Piccolo as he walked towards the door of his room. It was two doors down the other side of the hall. Actually she wanted to say something to him, but didn't really dare ...

"Piccolo ..." she suddenly heard herself say.


"Huh?" He made and paused. His back was still turned to her. Fortunately, if she had to look him in the eye, she probably wouldn't have brought it to her lips. Lee took a deep breath. She should have said it long ago, maybe now was the right moment ...


"I never thanked you for saving me ... you know when I was passed out ..."


"Hmm ... yeah, okay," he growled and was about to disappear into his room.


"Good night," Lee said quickly.


"Night," he muttered and closed the door quietly behind him. Lee paused in her doorway thoughtfully. Somehow she had expected a slightly friendlier reaction. But maybe he was a little annoyed ...


"I really shouldn't have made him eat ..." she accused herself. She went to her room and changed. On the one hand she felt a little disappointed, on the other hand she had felt such an exciting tingling sensation as she sat across from the clumsy "non-eater".

"I actually found him 'cute' ...", Lee realized, "I'd better be careful, I'll even feel something for him afterwards!" She tried to ridicule it, but she didn't really succeed. She had pulled on a long, loose T-shirt as a nightgown and slipped into bed. The thoughts about Piccolo really bothered her. They kept Lee from falling asleep ...


"Tomorrow everything will look very different," she promised herself.




Piccolo put his cloak on a chair and put his turban on it. He tried to banish the thoughts that were floating around in his head. He got out of his shoes (if you can call it that ...) and pulled his purple combat shirt over his head. The last twenty or thirty minutes had been so long he thought it must have been hours! He undid his belt and took off his pants. (Can someone tell me why I am describing it so precisely now ... ??!).Dressed only in boxer shorts (white with pink hearts !! * lol * ... no, kidding ...) he lay down in bed and pulled the covers up to his chin. He turned to the left, closed his eyes, and tried to sleep. But he couldn't. His mind was too preoccupied with Lee. He wanted to be angry. Angry at Lee, who dragged him to dinner, talked him into it, and then it got so embarrassing. But he couldn't, especially because he had to think so hard about what she had just said to him ... "I never thanked you for saving me" ... It sounded so nice ... he would never have expected that someone would tell him something like that ... And he also wondered if his grumpy answers weren't a bit too cold and dismissive ... What was the matter?






- Sequel follows -




Hihi, it was really fun to write this part! * fg *


Writes clerks again very diligently, yes?


Oh, and don't forget: Look up again to see if I haven't asked you any questions !!After all, I would like to get answers * pouting * ...




Ciao


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