Warm brown eyes blinked slowly at the strange sight.
"Kim..."
"Yes, Ron."
"Are you aware you're eating chalk?"
"Yes, Ron."
"As in screechy on blackboard chalk. Beating erasers after school chalk."
"She knows, sidekick."
"Ack!" He fell over, his hip landing hard on the carpeted floor. "Wha? Who? How?"
"You forgot 'why', genius." Calmly, Shego rose from Kim's bed, accepting the proffered stick of plain white chalk. Placing one end between her teeth, she bit down sharply, the stick fracturing magnificently against her lips. Cursing, she caught the spare splinters that fell from her mouth as Kim chuckled. Already, the grittiness was back.
"I could have told you that wouldn't work." Kim crunched her stick between her molars.
"Gee, thanks."
"Is anyone going to tell me what's going on?" Ron looked back and forth between the two women, who just the night before has been mortal enemies. Kim shrugged, chewing.
Shego grinned widely.
"Nope."
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