Richard Ayoade's Disenchantmentplace

Chapter 33

Y/n: (laughing) I can totally relate. There's this pressure to conform, to become the perfect little heir, but I'd rather be a rogue than a ruler any day.

Bean: (raising an eyebrow) You're not secretly plotting to take over your kingdom, are you?

Y/n: (grinning) If I was, do you think I'd tell you? Nah, I'm just looking for my own path, free from all the expectations.

Bean: (smirking) Rebellion runs in our blood, huh?

Y/n: (playfully) Like a plague in a medieval village.

Their shared laughter echoed across the deck, a testament to the connection between two souls who both yearned for something beyond the confines of their royal heritage.

As the airship sailed through the sky, Bean and Y/n's camaraderie continued to flourish, revealing unexpected similarities in their chaotic pasts.

Y/n: (leaning against the railing) You know, Bean, back in the day, I was the master of party debauchery.

Bean: (raising an eyebrow) Oh, do tell.

Y/n: (grinning) Picture this: a wild bar brawl, a fog of booze, and there I was, dancing on a table with a chicken hat on my head.

Bean: (bursting into laughter) A chicken hat? Seriously?

Y/n: (nodding) Hey, don't knock it till you've tried it. But you wanna hear the best part? I actually lost an eye during a particularly epic drunken bar fight.

Bean: (eyes wide) No way!

Y/n: (pointing to the eyepatch) Way. Got this bad boy as a souvenir. And let me tell you, wearing an eyepatch is not as cool as it looks in stories.

Bean: (still laughing) You've got a knack for making grand entrances, don't you?

Y/n: (smirking) What can I say? I like to leave an impression, even if it's just a blurry memory in someone else's mind.

Bean: (grinning) And the statues, too?

Y/n: (leaning in) Oh, absolutely. Vandalizing those pristine, emotionless faces felt like my way of rebelling against the sculpted perfection. Besides, it's not a true party until a statue has a mustache and a unibrow, right?

Their shared laughter was a testament to the bond forming between them, as they reveled in the shared madness of their youth.

In the midst of their airborne escapade, an ear-piercing scream echoed from a nearby building.

Luci: Did you hear that? Sounds like an angry horde of existential crises.

Elfo: And did you catch the undertones of simmering despair? Classic.

Y/n: (chuckling) Ah, the harmonious symphony of a miserable existence.

Jerry: (somberly) Buildings have feelings too, you know.

Bean: Jerry, if we answer the call of every melodramatic structure, we'll never reach our destination.

Jerry: (indignant) Just because you're beautiful doesn't mean you get to be heartless.

Elfo: Absolutely! (pauses) Wait, what does beauty have to do with it?

Their banter, laced with their signature brand of humor, filled the air as the airship sailed on, leaving the wailing building behind in their wake.

Bean: I can't believe you think I'm cruel.

Jerry: I didn't say cruel. I said mean.

Elfo: And stubborn too.