Aínda era luns, e aquí nós ambos eran - para el, oitocentos sesenta e un millas de distancia da seguridade do fogar, e eu-dammit, I'm doing it again--either I speak Galician or not, I can't do both--what's your choice? English, then--all right, let's travel down this rabbit hole, shall we? Teacups as large as a person--why not? It's not like reality can get any saner! I thought, before letting go of Royal and, directed by the odd ringing in my head, lead everyone toward the white haired once-hobo wearing a red flaming crown.
"Is it raining--fire?" Roy wondered, yanking a jacket---or in this case, trying to, off of an old woman as we stood waiting for judgment. "It rains everything now, apparently. Didn't you hear the news, or did you just tune out after a couple chapters like I did? Also--I got one, relax...you can thank John for that. Which John? Oh, good, I forgot--but you can thank him!"
So this was our Tuesday night, first or second date...and the end of the world. Grande--shit, I meant great. Just great. "I never thought our first date would be running away from..."
"Well, Saint Olga's pet Rottweilers, it is! Now go!" "What am I waiting in line for again? Also--isn't Galicia in Spain? You're learning Spanish because--" A tiny giggle. Two tiny giggles.
"Carallo! I mean, dammit! I hate having reflexive memory...why didn't you tell me?!"
"She has a thing for games, from what I've seen..."
"It's too bad I don't anymore, or I'd find this funny."
"Also, I think this is a game for you...a rebound game?"
My eyes bore into his, tired and sickly-looking as Wednesday rolled into Thursday; my voice getting at least several-- albeit cleverly masked--irritated octaves lower.
"Ludum? Currit et alias feras involvente - linguam disceret, et ego nesciebam finis universi ... oh, magna. Immo vero - id I'm refrigeret."
Roy smiled, then noted he had no idea what I was saying, but it sounded like a good thing as we, utterly defenseless and attempting to hold off acid rain, gazed at the bloody looking sky.
"Tell me this gets a happy ending..."
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Puppetry
RandomWell, let's get this out of the way now. I'm bored and figured--what the hell, I might as well chronicle each day from now until the very end. No particular deadline, really. And something hurts in my hips, so I need to distract from the pain in it...
