Drabble 153

Finished 5:44.

Raven was still, after far longer than was reasonable, outside trying to deal with the leprechaun. And Blue was still refusing to go outside until it was gone, sat drumming his fingers at the kitchen table. “How long does it take to get rid of one measly leprechaun, anyway?” he sighed, turning to Raven's horse for answers. “Hey, don't give me that look,” he snapped; “he's supposed to be some sort of hyper-competent assassin, he should have dealt with this by now.” The horse snorted, and Blue sighed, “Look at me, I'm talking to a horse like she actually understands.”