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sixwordstories2013-08-16 09:10 pm
ofdrumsthesound) wrote in sixwordstories2013-08-16 09:10 pm
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*Chewing on a bone, rather sulkily.*
*Kenny stares. Her magic is telling her 'something about this man is wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG.' And that doesn't look like a chicken bone.* Uh... uhm... Hi! *She waves.*
Hello. *He seems a bit surprised.* Who are you?
Uh... Kenny. *Her eyes flicker to the bone, then back to him.* Do, you, uh, want a sandwich? It'd taste better than bones. Probably. I think.
Yes, a sandwich sounds good. Very good. I'm starving.
Good. Uh, yeah. Good. There's uh, a subway just a bit from here. I can take you there. Can buy you a sand which. Oh! And there's a soup kitchen! I can take you there. They'll feed you.
*He sucks out the last of the marrow and tosses the bone over his shoulder.* How about both?
Sure, of course. Come on. *Taking a breath, she starts to walk towards the Subway.* I'm Kenny- and I've already said that...
Uh, what's your name? *She looks back towards the (wrong, wrong, wrong) man.*
Uh, what's your name? *She looks back towards the (wrong, wrong, wrong) man.*
I am the Master. *Grin.* But you can call me Harry!
Master? *She blinks, then chuckles nervously. Joke, right?*
Harry. That's a nice name. Like, Harry Potter.
Harry. That's a nice name. Like, Harry Potter.
I'm am alien, names like that were normal for my people.
Saxon actually, but yes.
Saxon actually, but yes.
A-alien? *She blinks.* You're not drunk, right?
*Though he could be telling the truth. If magic exist, then aliens could to...*
Harry Saxon... Like, Harlod Saxon, that British prime minister? The one who lost his marbles? *Her brows crease together. Then her eyes widen.*
Holy shit! I mean, uh, well, uhm....
*Though he could be telling the truth. If magic exist, then aliens could to...*
Harry Saxon... Like, Harlod Saxon, that British prime minister? The one who lost his marbles? *Her brows crease together. Then her eyes widen.*
Holy shit! I mean, uh, well, uhm....
Nope, not drunk.
Ah, recognized me did you? *He smirks.* I love it when people recognize me, makes me feel all tingly inside.
And for the record, I'd lost my marbles far earlier than that. Started losing the damn things about 900 years ago and haven't gotten any back since!
Ah, recognized me did you? *He smirks.* I love it when people recognize me, makes me feel all tingly inside.
And for the record, I'd lost my marbles far earlier than that. Started losing the damn things about 900 years ago and haven't gotten any back since!
*Staring. Yup, she can't stop staring.*
Let me get this straight, the British Prime Minister was a loopy, nine hundred year old alien and I just offered him a sandwich? *Her hands raise to the side of her head, then she inhales.*
...That... I think I believe that. *She exhales. Her hands drop.*
...You still want that sandwich?
Let me get this straight, the British Prime Minister was a loopy, nine hundred year old alien and I just offered him a sandwich? *Her hands raise to the side of her head, then she inhales.*
...That... I think I believe that. *She exhales. Her hands drop.*
...You still want that sandwich?
Edited 2013-08-18 08:01 (UTC)
*She starts to walk again*
So... uh... Aliens eat Subway and soup? *She can't believe she's really buying this.*
What else do aliens eat?
So... uh... Aliens eat Subway and soup? *She can't believe she's really buying this.*
What else do aliens eat?
Hahaha. That's a joke, right?
*That had been a big bone.*
*That had been a big bone.*
You know, I really wish it was. But after 900 years of going more and more crazy, there's not a lot I won't do.
*She squeaks.*
You killed someone and ate them? Fucking hell, you've got to be joking. Please- But, you- No- really?
You killed someone and ate them? Fucking hell, you've got to be joking. Please- But, you- No- really?
He tried to mug me. Which was stupid in about three different ways--if nothing else, I hardly look rich. *He sighs and shakes his head.* And it's hardly the worst thing I've done. I used to blow up planets.
At least I know why I'm like this now. Only took a thousand bloody years, but oh well.
At least I know why I'm like this now. Only took a thousand bloody years, but oh well.
*Of all the things in the world to feel, she feels sorry for him. She kinda wants to hug him. Or puke. Or both. Not at the same time, though.*
I- uh... Let's get you that sandwich. And something warm. I really like caramel macchiatos. Do you like them? Or maybe some cookies to go with it?
I- uh... Let's get you that sandwich. And something warm. I really like caramel macchiatos. Do you like them? Or maybe some cookies to go with it?
Edited 2013-08-18 09:10 (UTC)
Chocolate chip cookies are good. *He taps his fingers absently against his leg, dadadadum.*
Okay. Then, let's go to Subway first, then Starbucks. Or maybe a bakery. I know a good one. What do you think?
Alright. *With a nod, she walks the alien-man-politician to Subway. There's a line and the woman in front of them is tapping her foot.*
So, how do you take your sandwich?
So, how do you take your sandwich?
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