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As Fred dithers, caught between his terror of the mirror and his terror of Carla, your hippo ears catch a familiar voice bellowing your names somewhere outside in the street. Fred's ears perk up a little too, and he glances at you surreptitiously. You'd dearly like to wink at this point. Hopefully, your superior animal hearing means that Carla hasn't cottened on yet.
Unfortunately, Carla seems to be not quite human (which would explain a lot of things about her, in your opinion). She scowls and tsks, glaring at the fabric of the tent, which is bulging and rippling in the outside breeze, as though she can see right through it. You have a very nasty suspicion that she can, and not because of savings on material. "Hmmph. Albert really is having no sense of timing: he be 5 minutes early."
Fred does the blinking for both of you. "How do you mean, 'He's EARLY'?!
But before he can get any further down that line of thought, the muffled thuds outside resolve themselves over the noise of the wind into rapidly approaching footsteps. As you register the fact, the tent flap suddenly bursts apart with a great gust that erratically snuffs at least half of the dribbly candles out.
Silhouetted in the entrance stands Albert. Hooray!
Written by Lupine (edited by wanderer)