Heya, sorry for not being on for a while. You know my reason.
Artemis Fowl was having a not-going-as-planned conversation with a certain totally-unpredictable-and-seriously-scary-but-totally-hot elf.
“For the fifteenth damn time, Fowl, I am NOT going to help you convince your mother to make you stop wearing jeans! It’s not my fault anyway you got into this mess.”
`”Do me a favor, Holly. Please.”
Holly grinned. “Say that word again.”
“Please,” groaned Artemis. “PLEASE.”
“And you have to admit that you lost to Foaly at chess last week.”
Artemis snorted. “Preposterous.”
“Or else I won’t do it!”
“Fine.” Artemis took a deep breath. “Ilosttothatdamnedcentaurbecausehewassayingcrapabout–”
“I lost it.”
“The whole sentence, Arty.”
Artemis sighed. “I lost to Foaly because he said that if I didn’t lose he’d lie to you and-”
“Interesting. You may proceed.”
“He said he’ll tell Holly that I like Lilli Frond, and-”
“You don’t, do you?” asked Holly, glaring at him.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Okay, I’ll do it if you say the sixteen times table backwards, from hundred while eating a lollipop and standing on one foot with roller skates on.”
“Arty, if you really want to see your beloved suits again…”
Artemis swallowed. Imagine what she’d get me to do when I get a chance to ask her out.
A/N: Babada-ba! Return fic! A princess makes a grand entrance. Always.