"Have they met yet?" a small squeaky voice from a dark corner of the room asked.

"Of course they've met, you fool. They met hours ago!"

"I'm sorry master," the owner of the squeaky voice got down on his knees and bent his head, begging forgiveness.

"You should be," his master replied, a self satisfied smirk on his face.

The master looked into the mist once more, and watched the two humans talking. Though he couldn't make out what they were saying, he knew that they were starting to realize the impact they had on each other.

He watched as the female human pinched herself, and he watched both her and the male human flinch.

"Good, good simple humans. Maybe you aren't quite as dumb as I thought...Ha! Who am I kidding! Of course you are extremely unintelligent! Look at them, look at them, trying to figure out what is going on, when it is so incredibly obvious. Can you believe this?" he turned to the owner of the small squeaky voice.

"No," the voice said promptly, "I can't believe this."

"Well," the master smirked again, "believe it."

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