“What the hell did you think you were doing?”
“Um….” Aladdin was trying to look innocent. And not pulling it off quite as well as usual. “Helping?”
Right, Alan thought. What’s that saying, with friends like these? “You do not help by throwing a knife into the middle of a melee!”
Aladdin was backing up a little faster now. “But I knew you’d catch it!”
Augh! “I didn’t know that!”
Blue eyes blinked up at him. “…Oops?”
Oops? Oops? “We are never letting you near the Leaning Tower of Pisa,” Alan swore. “What idiot gave you that idea? You don’t even know how to throw a knife! This-” he whirled, aiming for a calendar on the wall, if there was a pin there it was safely away from anything electrical, “is how you throw a knife!”
Huh. I just killed Wednesday.