Be stern! It seems to turn them on anyway.

Tugging my arm free of her scarf, I poked Laharla on the nose. "You should be hiding," I noted. "We don't want Flonne catching us so easily once Etna nails her." Laharla pouted, crossing her arms. "But I got her first..." "And that won't mean anything if she gets YOU first," I countered.

Sighing, Laharla nodded. "...guess we better split up then..." she muttered, sounding depressed. Logically, that was the better idea. If we stuck together, that would give Flonne an easier time of it. I was quite peeved at the sneak for what she had done. I dunno, I felt a little betrayed. I thought Flonne would be the most honest of the bunch...but so far that title went to Laharla because she hadn't really had a chance to tell many lies.

In any case, I dashed off. I had to go somewhere Flonne wouldn't think to look... She knew of the three obvious spots, so I had to pick something less obvious. Perhaps something so cliche and foolish, she'd never think to look there...

By the time I heard Flonne's final scream of pleasure, I was already in my closet. Nobody actually hid inside the closet, right? That never worked in horror movies, after all. If they hid in the closet, they got caught. It's been that way since "Halloween"!

And since that was a movie, the opposite must hold true in real life. Right? ...right?