"Gregory's ... Not like you and me." Lola stuttered. "How do you mean?" I asked smirking. "He is..." "Go on" "Human." Lola's head dipped, shamefully. Her entire aura shifted colors, instantly transforming from something light and bubbly, into a creature of utter turmoil. Orange, and Purples that normally danced with glee, slowly fizzled into Greys and blues. "Stop inspecting your laces, Looloo. We both know my first Question." Lola perked up slightly. Intrigued by my own curiosity. "Can I eat him?" As I asked, I stretched my lips into a menacing grin, being sure to expose my fangs. I couldn't resist watching her mood shift. I just had to toy with her. "ABSOLUTELY, NOT!" "Relax, Loo." "I told you not to call me that..." "why?" I was honestly curious. She mumbled something under her breath. "what" "mumble, mumble." "hu?" "BECAUSE, I AM NOT A LOO!" Her Aura exploded into orange, and purple wisps. "A whu?" I teased mockingly. "I am not a toilet, Christofer." I chuckled relentlessly. My laughing triggered her laughter, and we were once again caught in a hysterical fit of cackles. "I don't care, If he's human." I said suddenly, siting up right from my place on the grass. "If you love him, than I am happy for you, sis." Lola snorted and sat up right in the same quick motion and locked eyes with me intensely. "Thanks, Cit. That. Means a lot." She paused and held my gaze, suddenly trapping me into an eye war. "Will you tell dad?" "Nope. That is yours lil sis." Lola replied with her best puppy dog eyes. "I am NOT, telling dad." My gaze turned serious, unblinking. Finally she cracked. Tilting her head back, she let out a roaring laugh, I am sure they could hear from the bottom of the hill.