She smacks him.

she jumps and whips around to face them. "Stop that! Lets...just focus on the task at hand, okay? "

"Ow! Okay, first rule, no more smacking," he said, rubbing his face. "Time to switch to decaf. If you're going to shriek at every bogey that jumps out and says 'boo,' you'll be exhausted before we reach the edge of the woods."

He had changed. Hunter-green pants and a thick brown hoodie replaced his jeans and ratty T-shirt. It looked like he'd traded his sneakers for soft leather boots. His face was leaner, harsher, with sharp angles and pointed features. Combined with his bright auburn hair and green eyes, he looked like a grinning fox in a strange way.

But the most noticeable difference was his ears. Slender and pointed, they jutted out from the sides of his head, like...well, like an elf's. And, in that moment, all traces of Robbie Goodfell disappeared. The boy they'd known for most of their life was gone like he never existed, and only this strange version of him remained.

"...Robbie-if that even is your real name- Where do we find Ethan? i want to find my brother. "

"Ah, well." Robbie shrugged, trying to look modest and failing entirely. "If you've read A Midsummer Night's Dream, you might remember me. There was this unfortunate incident, completely unplanned, where I gave someone a donkeys head and made Titania fall in love with him."

,, Ill smack you a hell of a lot harder next time. ,, She huffs, ignoring the rest.

" I've never read that. "

"Robin Goodfellow." Robbie grinned. "Call me Puck." He completely ignored Isiea's comment

He gets smacked again. ,, Dont ignore me! ,, She snaps.

"Ow! Knock it off! Please!" He said, rubbing his smacked cheek again.