63. Sweet insanity

“He's doing it again.” The leather clad banshee sneered across the large oak table at his disturbingly cheerful pixie friend.

“Doing what?” Jikei asked from besides him. His attention elsewhere as he focused on a large map unfurled in front of him. He was calculating the distance and time it would take to find a certain mountain that he had promised to visit in the near future.

Ouka grunted, jerking his head at the colorfully-haired fae. “He's making that stupid face,” he groaned, a low growl rolled in his throat as he looked over at General Zhang in disgust.

The growl caught the Commander General's attention. Jikei looked up from his maps to see Sen staring intently at a small box in his hand. The box was a simple brown. Nothing special. It wasn't much longer than the palm of his hand and only about two inches high. It was simple and unassuming. But from the look on the pixie general's face, one would assume it carried the most precious and priceless of gems, or contained the rarest of magic, or perhaps secrets and treasures unimaginable. The box itself did little to impress, but the fact that he knew what was in it made Jikei even less interested. This was typical Sen. As he stared at the box, Sen wore the biggest, brightest, silliest smile on his face. It looked ridiculous.  “I think that's just his normal face.”

Ouka snorted. This caught Jikei's attention even more than Sen's insane smirk. Ouka rarely laughed. If one could call the nasal grunt laughing. Arching his right brow questioningly, the sylph fae waited for the banshee to continue.

“Tell him to stop,” Ouka regained his composure. That permanent scowl on his face returned, hiding all evidence of the mirth that had been on his features only an instant earlier.

Sighing, Jikei shook his head. “I can't.” Asking Sen to contain his excitement was like asking the sun not to shine. It just wasn't possible. Especially considering what the box he had in hand actually was, or more precisely, where it came from.

“Grrrr,” Ouka's eyes narrowed. Unconsciously, his right hand reached for the hilt of his sword as he continued to glare daggers at the pixie. “Than I won't be held responsible for my actions.”

“Sen!” Jikei's voice was loud and clear, swiftly cutting through the building tension.

Upon hearing said voice, the colorfully-haired general turned his attention from the small brown box to his commander. A sheepish grin brightened his face as he pointed at the little box in his hand, seemingly showing off to his two friends, completely unaware of the the killer intent radiating off the silent banshee. He was so proud of the small box, that he had forgotten it was not him who had initiated the brief exchange, which didn't really need more words as it was quite evident that Jikei's intent had been to stop Ouka from cutting the other general up into tiny piece; not that Sen seemed at all to notice as he continued gesturing stupidly at the small box, jerking his head in small motions as if to say 'look what I've got' and tease that he was the only one, all at the same time.

“Just eat your wife's lunch already.” Jikei growled, growing slightly as irritated as Ouka.